I have a love/hate relationship with cocktail tables---and I live in New Orleans where they are definitely cocktail, not coffee tables. I mean, the right cocktail table with the right accessories can MAKE a room. And how do you live in a living room without them there to hold books, drinks, and (I'm sorry, Mother) feet. Unfortunately, they are one of the hardest items to find. I mean it's almost impossible to find one the exact right length, width, height, style, etc. And for some reason, most of the ones I love are, almost without exception, extremely expensive. There fore, for a long time, I lived without one, pulling in small stools when needed:
|The furniture arrangement is the same, but it's a whole different room now.|
What made it harder for me to find the right table was that the furnishing was such a mix. The cocktail had to blend with these mid century tables, cream slipcovers, and peeling paint.
And the other table in the room, is a butler's tray that I made from a drawer and the legs from a folding tray table (I guess I do like non- traditional tables):
Luckily, on a trip home to the farm, I found this shipping crate, once used to ship tools, in my father's workshop.
All I did was clean it up (not too much) and add casters. I didn't put a finish on it, because I like the rough look, and in my house, being used, beaten up, and patinated is gonna happen anyway...the finish might as well start out distressed.
|A corner of the cocktail trunk, but mainly an excuse to post a picture of Cleopatra.|