Tale of a Toile Setee...

Did y'all hear that high pitched noise this morning? A kinda shrill sound that went on for about 5 minutes? That was me sqealing with joy at the delivery of my new antique setee... We've had an empty living room right off the foyer in this house since we moved in 4 years ago. We had big plans to enclose the open room and make it an office, but it never happened. I was looking for something cheap and neutral to put in there for the time being, and that's when I stumbled upon this dreamy old thing in a consignment store. I saw that toile and nearly wet my pants right there. It was so perfect I almost didn't even look closer because I knew it would be way out of my price range. But, it was so cute I had to! As it turned out, the rediculous price tag had allowed it to sit there since November, and they were ready to deal. It's about 80 years old, and was recently recovered and retied by an apparent expert in upholstery. But, I struggled with the fact that it was an antique - that kind of furniture needs a different kind of respect. It's not something to just use for a while, then sell at a garage sale. Not very practical either, with two boys, a dog, and a husband who would never sit on a toile sofa. I left the store. Went back the next day. Spent the next two days in every antique mall in the area searching out pieces like it for a price reference. I won't even tell you about the sleep loss or all the donuts,Girl Scout cookies and Mike & Ikes I had to eat before I decided for sure that I wanted it. I know I've dragged this out much longer than necessary, and I already told you it was here. In my house. So, I'll wind it up for now. It's probably not healthy to love a piece of furniture like this. But the seat cushions are down filled.

And it goes so well with all my stuff. Even Boston Terrier.

Now I'm in search of the perfect chairs to go with it. Cheap, perfect chairs. That might be a crisis and another post for another time. I'm gonna go take a nap now, you know where.