As for man, his days are like grass — he blooms like a flower of the field; when the wind passes over it, it vanishes, and its place is no longer known. But from eternity to eternity, the Lord's love is toward those who fear Him... (Psalm
The Face of Fragrance | "I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
I am obsessed with this oversized tufted ottoman. If it were mine, I'd never want to sit on anything else. Since I would refuse to share my velvet perch, here's a modern boudoir with more seating inspired by the glamour and comfort of the tufted ottoman.