The room in my house growing up called “the library” always implied serious business. It was usually just a diorama, until you were summoned there for either a family meeting, which was always painful to get through, or you were in trouble, and called in alone, which was much worse! The library itself was actually a fabulous room, as the home was made in the 1930’s and had gorgeous tall leaded windows, incredible woodwork, a fireplace and built in bookshelves around the walls. It also had this cool built-in-hidden-behind-a-push-door bar. The beautiful wood flooring hosted a large Flokati rug that was raked several times a week. (70’s🤘🏻) For some reason, whenever I was summoned into the library, I always sat on the sofa. This sofa will always be imbedded into my brain (not that I got in trouble alot😇). I’ve never seen another like it, nor have I seen fabric like it. It was white patten leather with black embroidered large flower crewel work on it. From spring thru summer you stuck to it. It was squeaky and uncomfortable. I didn’t particularly like it, but now I pine over it, and constantly keep an eye out for the fabric. Sitting on this plastic covered sofa @oaktheshop
, flooded my senses . The plastic covered sofa really hasn’t made a come back yet🤷♀️, but a truly brilliant family room solution, right!?🤣.
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