I am mad about settees—I can think of at least three locations for some bad-ass ones in my current nest, although it’s not a priority to glamify my nest right now…all I’m asking for is simplicity, order and cleanliness and I would be thrilled to bits in achieving that trinity. A girl can dream can’t she? In fact, I dreamt of a sitting area in our former nest, but all I managed to do was this want-to-be settee. It’s faux because technically it doesn’t have a back or arms and it’s sans upholstery, however, it can seat two or more persons (at least after I replaced the stripped screw.) A little bit of muscle on my part and voila it no longer wobbles when you sit on it, nor do you have to worry about splinters in your derriere since some light sanding and refinishing took care of that. I did glam it up with a touch of gold as if its pretty pegs were dipped in it. Voila, a celebrity on its own. It did have the company of albums, I managed to find them a cozy place under the fireplace and yes we were able to turn it on even with them consuming awkward space underneath.
So what more could one ask for but a bench to rest while perusing albums? It currently stands alone again in our new nest, in a windowless narrow hallway in between bedrooms. This time it is occasionally accompanied by clothes fresh-out-of-the dryer begging to be folded, my nightly ritual lately. What about you, have you considered a settee loveseat in your nest? Wouldn’t you enjoy a relaxing snooze on one? I most certainly would regale a guest or two with the ones I envision in my head.