I’m pretty excited about this: our new bar.
So rewind. We moved into this little (little) 1936 Spanish home in the Carthay Square area of Los Angeles. We’re still newlywed-ish, and I was excited to give our first-ever home an actual design P.O.V. beyond the hodgepodge of our former condo, which didn’t actually communicate any messages except “we just moved in together and what you see here is the stuff that Goodwill wouldn’t take or I was too sentimental to give away even though it doesn’t make any sense in here.”
So I’d describe our new-home P.O.V. as old Hollywood. I’d even go so far as to say “old Hollywood glamour,” even though that’s one of those phrases tossed around so much to have become sort of meaningless (and consequently at least one of my editors has banned it entirely). It’s also cozy and unfussy, in part because we are cozy and unfussy people, and in part because all of our choices were made with budget in mind, or by reworking our existing stuff.
We’ve been in the home since June, and one piece I’ve been looking for ever since is a bar. You see, our home is small (did I mention?) at 1,336 square feet, and our counter space in the kitchen is limited. We also have a lot of liquor. This is mainly because I often find messengers at my door delivering alcohol related to my job as an editor — and also because hubby and I have an annual holiday party after which we always seem to net more booze than we started with. We had set up our bar on the countertop in our service porch as a stop-gap measure, but that meant we relinquished precious counter-height real estate that could otherwise be used for appliances, which in turn could have freed up the kitchen counters to be used exclusively for food prep.
I had in mind that we’d get a cool Hollywood Regency-ish bar cart, and quickly learned that these are highly collectible and kind of insultingly expensive. I also read a piece in The New York Times that kind of made me realize that having an actual bar cart is a sign your house is lamely over-propped and your decor is disingenuous and Man Men poser-y.
So, a couple of weeks ago I was in Las Vegas for work, and after three days of covering a conference, I was utterly exhausted and therefore did not exercise appropriate restraint when upon my laptop I saw this neat, narrow bar — neat, narrow, non-refundable bar — on One Kings Lane. At only 13 inches deep, the “Sorley Two-Tier Shelf” seemed like it just might fit in our dining room as the sole other piece of furniture in addition to our dining table and chairs. Sent the link to hubby, who said he “didn’t totally hate it,” and hoped for the best.
When it arrived, I was totally relieved. “Assembly” involved placing two pegs in holes, and it’s roomy enough for probably 30 bottles. I love the color the bottles adds to our otherwise pretty spare dining room, and at under $300 including shipping and tax, it was a fraction the cost of many equivalents I’d researched.
Shout out to the Internet and One Kings Lane for the just-so addition.