The Window Seat

There's something uber cosy and uber romantic about a window seat. It's not quite a room nor is it just an idle seat in an unlived-in hallway. You're not outside and yet you are. There's no TV. It's all about the view and the reading material and making the most of the space you have.

           

The books are stored in a clever little way here. This could have just been window sill but look at it now.

Proving you never need straight lines to make your home-y dreams come true. This port hole window isn't even at ground level - it's a window above a desk. Grab the Great Gatsby and snuggle your curvy spine into this perfect reading alcove.

Sometimes you don't even need a real built-in window seat to have a real-life window seat. Throw open the window, get some cushions, plop them on the window sill and lay your ass bones on top.

Hello New England. A window seat in a boudoir, overlooking the beach, what more could one ask for in life? 

No half-assed window seat here, if this little area hadn't been cultivated in this manner then it would be a big plonk of disused space and probably would have become the junkyard of the home attracting everything from unironed piles of clothes to hockey sticks and mucky football boots. This is real nookie.

Keeping the best 'til last, this is utopian. What more can I say?