When it rains cats and dogs, I want to curl up on my window seat, cover myself with a blanket and read. I also like to have my favorite tea (especially shipped over by my friend PO from Paris), The des Impressionistes – Mariage Freres. Tea of the Impressionists, an engaging name – though I sort of expect a hint of absinthe but instead, I get a gulp of vanilla fragrance at each sip. It was tea-PG-13. As I thumbed through the pages of my current favorite book, I find myself thanking my window seat as the most sought after piece of real estate in my house. Like all the houses for which I had designed or snuck in a window seat, mine is that more special for it.
Though I have never found any realtor’s description of a house on the market as “comfortable house with window seat”, I am convinced of the importance of having at least one window seat to be your corner from which to ponder the events of the world.
Children love window seats. They see a sofa shrunk to their size. Since it only fits one person, one feels a huge sense of ownership when one adorns the window seat. Breakfast oriented guys love a window seat. It’s akin to an indoor car seat on idle mode, ready to present the world at every turn. Moms love a window seat – a place to finish their coffee before going to the car with all the things they have to carry with them.
I love my window seat and all the window seats I have created. They let me imagine adults daydreaming on a rainy day and kids seeing that the world outside is within their reach.