A couple of things transpired that led to me discovering “the spot”. First, recall that I brought down a stool from the attic and quickly recovered it to match the den after I got all my Christmas up and thought how lovely it would be to have a little stool to perch on in front of the fire.
The second event was my inability to leave any garden stool behind at Home Goods. I came across a perfect aqua one down in Savannah with Mother (the biggest shopping enabler EVER) and carried it home, not really knowing what in the world I’d do with it yet knowing full well I’d never return it. (Y’all unanimously agreed on Instagram.) It found a home next to the chair, because all functional chairs need a spot to sit a drink or a book, right?!?!
Well, when the Christmas came down, I hated to lose the bench to the attic and moved it in front of the aforementioned chair. It was perfect to eat up some of that dead floor space and has already functioned as extra seating when we had dinner guests.
And so, what was once a lonely chair that nobody ever used has now be claimed as my spot. The Spot. I have already enjoyed it so much over morning coffee, and I read a whole (albeit short) book in the spot last weekend. I adore peeking out the window into the street and sidewalk (always full of bikers, joggers and dog walkers). I love the afternoon sun streaming in. I relish the warm heat of the fire. And I can see straight across the house (key when littles like mine are running wild on their third week of Christmas vacation).
More changes are afoot in this room. Stay tuned for Den v 2015! In the meantime, I’m going to work hard at keeping the spot warm and not running myself too ragged this early in the year.