We crammed a chair and table into the Jeep and took off for the foggy mountain, hoping that more furniture would tame the cavernous man cave, but the opposite happened.
First, we dried off in the mud room, which is cute as a button.
After a bit of shuffling, I moved the blue and white Dhurrie onto the screened porch. The rug is very white out here, too, but somehow the mood is a better fit. I just pulled a few chairs together (I was too lazy to move the blue rug pad) for now.
Then it was time to attack the man cave.
I am a little flummoxed by ye ole man-sized bar. It cries out for tartan and pub food.
Bandwidth brought up the chair and table. In my mind's eye, I thought these pieces would warm up the space, but the additions felt like a backslide. The gargantuan room makes everything look like doll furniture.
I love the penguin pillow, though.
Oh, what's the problem? While I like the flow of traffic--and I like how the focal points (bar and pool table) aren't hidden by a furniture grouping--something feels . . . off.
I'm thinking that the designer from the catalog store was right--the room can handle two large sofas.
In the left photo, you can see how the previous owner furnished this zone: Two sofas, two chairs, large coffee table, TV (not pictured).
The right photo: less furniture, less comfort, more zen, and ultra diminutive.
I plan to try 2 more arm chairs that I've had since 1990; I painted and recovered them in 2008.
They may work near the fireplace, but I'll try them with the sofa, too.
The problem may be scale--comfort is another issue. The men in my life don't like armchairs when they're binge-watching Homeland. My husband, who was a Saint Bernard dog in his other life, asked how long the prissy blue stuff was staying.
If he's buying, I'm almost ready to pull the trigger and buy a sectional--something like this. Of course, the fabric isn't Saint Bernard friendly, but it's great for Living Big and Man-Sized Lolling.
Do you have any ideas about the man cave? One sofa? Two? A sectional? Or wait.
When the man cave thwarts and confabulates, I like to hang out in the kitchen. The night-time view is the main reason that I opted for French doors.
I love the view at night . . .
. . . and in the daylight, too.
If I can find a few strong men, I will put the man cave's sisal in the dining room, along with the reclaimed wood table and Frenchy chairs.
First, I'll take an imaginary step.