In our fabulous 80s phase, my mom had armchairs upholstered in the William Morris–inspired fabric I spotted today, stretched behind a chain-link fence. It matched the hole in the sky, a badly peeling house, and the passion vines lining a secluded staircase.

Mom update:

William Morris fabric! Bought it in an old school store in Mass with rows of bolts, walls of buttons on cards, rick rack, and charges kept on index cards in a file box. Memories.