I don’t think I’ve ever showed you “the nook”. It has been host to every chair in and out of the house…this round, we’ve moved out the egg and brought in the barcelonas from the bedroom. They are working out nicely there for now.
It’s quite a popular spot for being so tiny. We use it as an indoor front porch, where we can watch the neighborhood action, read a book, or simply enjoy the stars…no repellent needed.
It was a decorative area for the previous owner since the office was in the playroom….
Now, it’s just our serene chill zone in the treetops….
With the promise of fall coming…I expect to be spending more time here…with a big furry blanket….Mmmmm.
My constant rearranging of furniture outside has spread like a disease to the inside as well. The house is a disaster with chairs in the middle of rooms and the like. This incurable illness has a habit of moving in an ebb and flow pattern, so we’re flowin’ at the mo. I can’t show you much yet, since I’m still figuring stuff out, but I can at least share that Bucky is on the move….
No, I didn’t even bother to make the bed…that’s how bad it is…what’s next? A dirty sink full of dishes? Maybe. What of it?
I’ve had a wonderful pair of original Marcel Breuer “Wassily” chairs for many years now. These in particular have a personal and special history for us, but the Crafty Counterpart has always found them a little uncomfortable. Give him an “E” for effort… He dyed and sewed new leather to replace the missing straps himself..but alas…still, not quite right. Especially in the winter, the cold chrome freezes his legs and back (yes, they are vintage, so worn, sagging leather makes the chrome contact possible).
I guess now is as good a time as any to just go ahead and call us the redneck modernists…I did the unthinkable…I covered the gorgeous architecture that is a Wassily chair with a big honkin’ sheepskin. Bertoias are one thing..you can’t sit on waffle weave metal without waffling your ass uncomfortably…these are supposed be exempt from such ridiculous behavior….
Gotta love daytime shots with last nights wine glasses…pathetic.
If you’ve been reading, you know that, at times, I am willing to sacrifice form for function, because…oh, I want to stay married for starters. This was one of those times. I’ve never seen the CC so freakin’ excited about those chairs until the skins arrived….just in time for our first winter weather weekend. As we sat in front of the first autumn fire in our bedroom, we chillaxed…and every time I looked over, he had this big grin and said…”These are SO comfortable now.” Huh!
If Edith and Archie Bunker were redneck modernists…these would be their chairs..no meatheads allowed.
With the chill in the air, I can’t help but get into nesting mode. Even though the landscaping is due to start Monday (yay!) I’m looking forward to a cozy fall in front of the fire at the Regal Beagle.
I haven’t shown a whole lot inside yet because, it’s just not there. That said…it’s ALWAYS a work in progress with me so it’s never really ever going to be there. I kinda suck at vignettes, so I rearrange them constantly. I’m still sorting out which furniture really works in this house and what needs to go. I still have boxes in closets, not nearly enough bookshelves and an endless list of things to get done, but that’s just the way it is.
The lack of multiple bookshelves in the house is causing major overcrowding since I have to have access to my books. You would die at how jammed and crammed those cabinets below are with books. In due time.
Since I know someone will ask, the painting over the fireplace is by Laurie Nye. It makes me happy every time I look at it and I think it’s what saves the room for me when I get in a rut with it.
My blinding princess chair isn’t working in that corner, but aside from moving it to another room..I’m feeling stuck. The Flototto pieces flanking the fireplace are destined to replace the buffet in the dining room so I can’t get too used to them there. I think the room would look great with a retro sectional, but that’s not in the budget at the mo, so my couches are fine, and luckily, comfortable for now.
The chaos that will be the next few weeks with bobcats and concrete trucks will have me focused back outside, but I do enjoy a little pre-season nesting and dreaming.