I'm a wuss when it comes to heights. I love roller coasters for the controlled fear. I abhor looking straight down tall buildings because I'm not in a harness. I say all that to qualify these pictures of our finished balcony. I took the picture below by holding on to the door with one hand and extending the other as far as I could over the balcony railing. I couldn't even look towards my arm wrapped several times over with the neck strap. I snapped with a hope and prayer that it would be a one and done shot. I could barely look at the picture. So that was that. I took the rest of the pictures with my back against the glass. I don't sit in the outside seats and the grill is positioned close to the door too. This is why I'll never be an Olympic skier. Well that and a complete lack of talent and/or athleticism.
I finally scored these two chairs from Pier 1 after scouring the city for their espresso counterparts once the chairs hit the sale price. One store had 5 in the color I wanted but they swore they only had three and that they were busted. I quit fooling around and just got the lighter color to match the wicker couch. Wild goose chases used to really fire me up as I got the perfect match. Then I realized that I'd rather have that time back to relax. So I used my saved wild goose time and instead drank some Grey Goose and cranberry out on my nice balcony. 'Twas the right decision.
All of the cushions are also from Pier 1 and were somewhere in the neighborhood of 20% when I bought them. I had much different plans for the color scheme, but when you see something that fits your craiglisted wicker bench, my advice is to run with it. It goes along with the whole acceptance and drinking thing I mentioned before. Less time hunting non-existent matching pillows in my price range means more time for tasting wine, skyping with my favorite people, etc.
When we first moved in, I joked with Mr. Palindrome that I was going with a black and yellow decorating scheme to incorporate the caution tape and warning sticker adorning our sliding door. Most of the time, I can look past it, but sometimes I contemplate taking a razor to glass and ending the madness.
The only member of the family who can't enjoy the balcony is the littlest member. I'm pretty paranoid that he'll plunge to his death chasing a humming bird or fly. I'm afraid that curiosity will literally kill our cat. Soooooooo, I bought a harness and leash that I plan on testing. He only hated the harness for the first hour he wore it ... oh dear.
How are you using outdoor space as we transition into fall? Where do you shop for your outdoor furniture/accessories?