One room is filled with sumptuous dog beds, upholstered in velvet, and imaginative doghouses, like one rigged as a turn-of-the-century bathing tent.
Whether it's a lamp in the shape of a dog taking a shit, a bed upholstered with Sarah Michelle Gellar's face, or underwear that simulate an aggressive camel toe, following them is a promise that you will hate the world more and more each day.
In the living room, a documentary filmmaker and several volunteers were lounging on two long sofas, which were upholstered in that yellowish color peculiar to provincial sofas and stray dogs.
Through the dusty windows I saw Staffordshire dogs and majolica cats, dusty crystal, tarnished silver, antique chairs and settees upholstered in sallow old brocade, an elaborate faience birdcage, miniature marble obelisks atop a marble-topped pedestal table and a pair of alabaster cockatoos.
The piece overflows with all kinds of fiber art, including needlepoint portraits of Emily Dickinson, William Shakespeare and Herman Melville, felt busts of Homer and Edgar Allan Poe, a dog sculpture handcrafted from yarn, a macramé owl, knitted quotations, and a wide wale corduroy upholstered chair all decked out in brilliant red.
Seating is on upholstered chairs.
Ms. Weatherup upholstered the stools.
Upholstered versions were also made.
Her sentences are sumptuously upholstered.
"Upholstered window seat," Amy said.
