This settee belonged to my grandparents. After they died, my mom inherited it along with a table and rocking chair that went with it. Those three things were probably my favorite pieces of furniture at my grandparents’ house, which was my favorite place in the world. They resided in the nice living room, the special one with the grand piano and my grandmother’s writing desk, the one with sealing wax in the drawer. The settee and matching rocker were both covered in a deep turquoise tweed fabric. The rocker still is, but my mom had the settee recovered in a pale blue gray velvet a couple of decades ago (and being one who likes old things to stay the way they are, especially sentimental ones, I am sad that she did). When Jonny and I moved to Virginia, my mom gave us the settee along with the rocker and table. The rocker and table are stored now in our shop, waiting until there aren’t small children in the house to destroy them, or until I have a big enough bedroom that they will fit there. The settee, it’s in bad shape. I am tempted to move it out as well, but it must be the most loved piece of furniture in our house. It’s nearly always occupied. Maybe one day I’ll be able to have it repaired and reupholstered, but for now no one else seems to mind too much that if you sit down too hard, the springs hit the floor.