Once upon a time, my parents got this chair at a rummage sale. All the years I was growing up, I remember it in a corner of a living room and then later a bedroom, covered in worn soft straw yellow gold velvet. When it was my turn to have it, I recovered it with blue. Now twice-recovered, but still blue, it is the most comfortable reading chair in the house. My children do not realize that it is still gold in my mind.