Do I Have to Draw You a Picture

Ikornnes, Norway

Do I have to draw you a picture?

If I were speaking a foreign language I could understand — you don’t get it. But then, not everything translates. Jokes for instance. Or love, but love is its own language. So, too, the experience of sitting in a Stressless sofa or recliner, the ultimate in comfort.

Experience it, you’ll love it.

“Do I have to draw you a picture?”

It is my puzzled response to those who do not understand the extraordinary comfort of Stressless sofas and recliners. Designed in Scandinavia (Ikornness, Norway) and chock full of patented technology that is too hard to explain.

Trust me. No, don’t trust me. Try sitting in the Stressless Emily sofa right now. At Traditions Furniture in Downtown Overland Park, and in Wichita, and at other fine Stressless retailers from sea to shining sea.

More idioms when you don’t get the picture.

  1. Are you really that clueless?
  2. What planet have you been living on?
  3. Adrift on a raft in a fog in the endless sea?
  4. You are walking on a deck as thick as two short planks.
  5. Are we one sandwich short of a picnic?

Stressless, experience it to know it

Mischief Night

Mischief Night is an informal holiday the day before Halloween when children and teenagers engage in pranks and vandalism, i.e., knocking over the outhouse, smashing pumpkins, dog poop in a bag at the doorstep. Other names include, Devil’s Night, Goosey Night, Moving Night, and Cabbage Night.

The costumes are made (or more likely bought), the kids are itchin’ to get out of the house; it is not Halloween, but Halloween Eve, a night made for mischief, for ambitious kids who jump the gun on the fun as soon as it’s dark.

Mom and dad are out buying candy, thinking it’s dandy we’ll have the house for ourselves. But who would have guessed that a ghost would show up, knowing it’s almost Halloween.

Why did he come, where was he seen, this Halloween Eve? At the bar in the den looking for boos, then to the ice box in the kitchen for a little dessert?

And what does he like?

Ice cream, of course.

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Robinson Crusoe

“I was born in the year 1632, [in the tumultuous reign of Charles I, King of England, Scotland, and Ireland,] in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called—nay we call ourselves and write our name—Crusoe; and so my companions always called me.”

Lost on a Desert Island

Thus begins the tale of Robinson Crusoe, third son of an ancient father, not inclined to any trade, but for the want of adventure, sailed on a ship that led to many adventures and calamities.


Words of Wisdom from the Chair

Knowledge comes from learning, wisdom from experience. Here is a little bit of Robinson Crusoe’s wit and wisdom:

“It is never too late to be wise. [And never too late to read a good book and learn.]”

“It is impossible to set down the innumerable crowd of thoughts that whirled through that great thoroughfare of the brain, the memory, in this night’s time. I ran over the whole history of my life in miniature, or by abridgment, as I may call it, to my coming to this island, and also of that part of my life since I came to this island.”

“…[N]ow I saw, though too late, the folly of beginning a work before we count the cost, and before we judge rightly of our own strength to go through with it.”

“Those people cannot enjoy comfortably what God has given them because they see and covet what He has not given them. All of our discontents for what we want appear to me to spring from want of thankfulness for what we have.”

“I learned to look more upon the bright side of my condition, and less upon the dark side, and to consider what I enjoyed, rather than what I wanted…”

“Sudden Joys, like Griefs, confound at first. ”

“I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.”

Before I leave my desert island, I would like to say a word about how to destress:

Sit in a Stressless recliner, take a couple of deep breaths, relax, and imagine you are on a beautiful island.”


Traveling Man


The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
Samuel Johnson

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
Mark Twain

Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea
I remember the night
When we walked in the sands of the Waikiki
And I held you oh so tight
Oh, I’m a travelin’ man
Yes, I’m a travelin’ man
Yes, I’m a travelin’ man
Whoa, I’m a travelin’ man
Ricky Nelson, Travelin Man 1961, Songwriters: Leon R. Wilkeson / Ronnie Van Zant


What is the best advice your mother gave you?


Sunday, May 12th is Mother’s Day

So, my daughter suggest the following prompt:

What is the best advice your mother gave you?

“Be your own advocate and don’t eat the yellow snow,” my daughter said. The last part was tongue in cheek, so I said, what if it is summer, you are at the fair, and they run out of every color but yellow at the snow cone stand?

“Banana,” “pineapple,” and “mango” are flavors that beat the heat.

My mother was quite. With six kids it was more important what she did, than said. So her best advice was not advice but an attitude.

“Be who you are, just do it, don’t waste your life thinking and wondering who you are.”

Remember, how lucky you are who you are

I remember the books by Dr. Seuss that lay by my bed, dog-eared, and thoroughly read. On nights when I was restless, my mother would read a story or two. Three if I was mischievous like the Cat in the Hat.

“Did I ever tell you how lucky you are,” said mom.

Don’t grumble! Don’t stew!
Some critters are much-much,
oh, ever so much-much,
so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!

Hearing these words, who could fail to laugh, or at least smile, if you were afraid of what tomorrow might bring. Oh, the laughing was soothing, it chased the worries out of my head and out of the room. Where they went, I didn’t care, it was now just me and my mother, at peace with the world.

Go to sleep. Count sheep, what a ridiculous idea. I loved the foolish thought of Bartholomew Cubbins and his 500 hats each one more fabulous than the other with feathers galore. Until…

I screamed with delight, “Tell me more!” when my mother turned out the light.

And just before I fell into the deepest sleep, in the back of my mind, put in a special place reserved for loving memories, are the words I heard her say:

“You’re off to great places. [Tomorrow] is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So… get on your way.”



The rain

Rain! whose soft hands have power to smooth stones and shape the mountains’ grandeur, can stir the troubled soul. Winter comes, winter goes, nature knows. Do not wait, she said, for the storm to pass, for rain will come and go, but learn to live as nature does in a world that soon turns green.

The cat

It rained last night and thundered too. And in the morning when the cat scratched at the door, I let her out to see the scene. The birds were not yet about, the squirrels stayed in their cozy nests. Daintily, she stepped about and wondered at the sight, strange to her, I’m sure. Too cold, too wet, she must have thought, because she hurried back inside.

And me

Coincidence, I’m sure, last night Gene Kelly was on TV dancing in the rain. And singing too, the tune you know by heart.

“I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain; What a wonderful feeling, I’m happy again.”

Kansas Red Bud Tree


It’s not Red

North Carolina has its pink and white Dogwood, the Deep South its Magnolias, Washington D.C. its Cherry blossoms, a gift of the Japanese.

God gave Kansas the delightful Red Bud tree. More purple than red, but then Red Bud sounds better. From April to May, pink and purple blossoms sprout on its branches before its leaves, letting us know, winter is over. When settlers came to Kansas in the 1870’s, they added the colorful blossoms to salads because they were high in vitamin C.

It is not our State tree, Oklahoma picked it, and we picked the rugged, fire and drought resistant Cottonwood. The Red Bud is also called the Judas tree because the story is told that Judas Iscariot hanged himself from its low lying branches.

Images of arch stone bridge and Red Bud trees taken near Latham Kansas.



The most valuable jewels

“Not on one strand are all life’s jewels strung,” says William Morris.


Quoizel chandelier


Men and women have adorned themselves with jewelry throughout history, but why?

It serves no immediate purpose. No one is made stronger or more healthy by the use of jewelry. It does not serve to protect us from the weather. Its value lies not in practical things, but in the esoteric.

Stones that glitter are attractive. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and a beautiful necklace, bracelet, or set of earrings will attract our attention to the wearer. One sees something extraordinary. One becomes beautiful by association.

Jewelry also becomes a status symbol. Precious stones are rare. They are reserved for the rich and powerful who can afford the price of purchase.

Lastly, let us not forget that jewels are powerful symbols. Gems are both brilliant and long lasting. Diamonds are forever, and hopefully so is the love a diamond is given in token of. Consider the Crown Jewels which are synonymous with the power and dignity of the British Royal Family.

A gem is fine, but nothing compares to the value of the love and friendship that is behind the stone. William Morris is right, look not to the wealth of the jewel. Look instead to the love of two people for each other.

This bond is unbreakable.

it is nice to lead

“It is nice to lead, but once in a while it is good to look over your shoulder.”
– the artful designer


The superlatively funny Lily Tomlin knew that life could sometimes be a rat race. “The trouble,” she said, “is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.” And this is why at Traditions Furniture we believe good design sometimes means going it alone – take a seat,  relax and watch everyone frantically chasing each other.

Traditions carries the finest in sofas and chairs from Stickley, Vanguard, Sherrill, and Century – the best that America has to offer. You can rest assured that we carry the finest and softest fabrics in the industry and our designs are always fresh, but beauty is more than a cover? Long lasting comfort means kiln-dried, hardwood frames with mitered joints and the eight-way hand-knotted springs.



This is why in a fashion driven world we can relax and look over our shoulder.


Traditions Furniture in Downtown Overland Park is located in the Strang Carbarn. In Wichita, Traditions Home is located in the Douglas Design District at Douglas and Hillside. Our staff is friendly, our prices are affordable, our design is complementary.