If I were a betting woman, I’d say this strange little niche in our den was probably a wet bar back in the day. Call me crazy, but the weird overhead light and outlet placement kind of give it away.
Before we moved in, we had our general contractor build this sweet little banquette in the space. I threw the two arm chairs from the foyer of our old house here and called it a day until I could come up with something better suited to the space.
Well, last week Honey whipped up a bench frame out of scrap wood, I scared up a few yards of a gorgeous robin’s egg blue micro check from a project of yore, and I carried that sucker off to Chang (my very favorite upholsterer in all of Atlanta) just as soon as the last nail went in. I literally hugged his neck when I saw it. And then I swooned when we got it inside. This is the bench my dreams were made of. (It’s hard to see the color here… it was so cloudy that my camera …er… my amateur photog skillz … blew out the light.)
Hellllllooooo, gorgeous, and welcome home!
With that little project done, I really am going to finish up the PCP’s room.