Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Restless Inventory

If there is even one too many piece of furniture in my abode, I can't stop arranging things. Much of the advice I have read about managing an interior has focussed on how to fit as much as possible into a given space. Now that I have relinquished my choke hold on inventory, the essentials that are left can breathe elegantly in their own situations.

It helps greatly to have seating that folds flat. I use director's chairs, that are comfortable for an amazing range of body types and sizes. Also very useful, and unexpectedly so, are the cheapest and lightest 30"x60" folding tables from an office supply. I disguise the ones that live in the front of the house with long woven king-sized cotton blankets in a neutral color. Visually "bury" a bulky piece by matching the color to the floor.

A couple of months ago I took a plunge and discarded the punishingly uncomfortable innerspring seat cushions of an otherwise elegant 1926 sofa. It took four generations to comprehend that the lines of the thing are traditional French. Steel springs are nineteenth century US. Some weeks of improvising a seat using a self-inflating air mattress from the Great Big Hiking Co-op did not pan out. Gazing idly at the sleek lines of the bare sofa led me to realize that my daydream of gutting it and storing bedding there were not necessary. The seat of an original French canape' was cushioned with an enormous puffy down-filled pillow. Perceiving no essential difference between that and the plumage in bed pillows, I fluffed up a row of four, laid an Oregon Round-up blanket over the whole works, tucked it in to fit the curves, and transformed grandmother's pride and joy into my favorite period of French antique, the latest one, known as Louie Louie. When the weather cools, I'll top the pillow array with a down sleeping bag -30-

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