I have a strange fascination with this room.
It's quite staged, and yet I'm still sort of a little bit - maybe even a lot - in love with it.
I'm quirky by nature, (or whacky as someone called me last week), so maybe the oddball ottoman is tickling my fancy?
More likely it's just the overall feeling of a room that's capable of cocooning and nurturing you. I think the walls may have something to do with that.
The rug placement is also a bit off for me, or perhaps it's the size of that sleigh bed/lounge?
None-the-less, I can still envision myself holed up there for a day by the open fire with a good book to hand.
What do you think of it?