The Leather Oaks Hot Garden -- The Pro Shoot Page Two

The Upstairs and Downstairs Views

This Page Created on January 13th, 2013

This strange little sofa is usually called a Fainting Couch. There is another local name that casts aspersions on members of a certain ancient female profession, but we won't go there.
It was upholstered in some typical faded floral pattern when my parents insisted that I add some Class to my Parlor. Leather to tattered tapestry is not a very nice feel, so I immediately had it recovered in something with more masculine connections. Well, hopefully, it was Bull hide!

Are Danin and I framing each other? I have no other explanation to offer, but I'm smiling, so that's the good thing!

This is my chair, you hear? No one else is to use it. This is my place for heavy reading, interrogating Episcopal priests (or the other way ‘round?) and other serious pursuits.

Ah! A classic black and white artist's study of a leatherman at rest.
It's the Episcopal Hymnal 1940, autographed by a former Mississippi Bishop.

I wonder what hymn I was reading so intently. It's photos like this that remind me that one can never be one's own photographer!

I couldn't say I actually planned it this way, but all the colors and textures just work so well together. The forest camoflage patterned leather shorts and tanktop with the old brown cowhide, and the green Hodgeman waders just feeling right at home. Aaah, leathers and waders, is there any better way to enjoy life?

I'm sorry, I was reading! You were saying?. Oh sure, we can go upstairs if you wish. Shall I lead the way?

I'd like you guys to meet my two bed buddies. That's Jason on your left, and Evert on my left.
Jason's really my righthand rubberman, so slickly, sensually he complements my rubber sheeted slumber system.

Evert will do anything for attention. He really likes playing legs, and maybe a few other rubber to skin activities. Sometimes the bedtime stories can be a little intense!
Yes, it is a waterbed. I built the frame in 1969, and it's been in continuous, nightly use since then.

You guys still here? Evert and Jason are feeling mighty feisty, and I think we're about to enjoy another athletic night of man to mannikin activities. Who knows, maybe even sleep!
If you need help getting back to the garden, just click our picture. And please close the door as you leave. Night-knight, now!