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.
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.