We have always swooned at decadence, gilt and the palest eggshell blue on silver, slightly tarnished.

Is it innate?

Or did we learn it through early education and thus the ability to get our own library card at a Very Young age and thrill to the forbidden deliciousness (such as they were in the small town library we could walk to age 8) therein?

Not everyone has the same sharp intake of breath at faded grandeur.

But we have a feeling You Do.

A pale satin chaise, a book on Versailles and we know, don’t we? How It Feels.

Some people don’t understand.

But there’s a lot we don’t get about them either.

Even if they are Awfully good looking ;)