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. |
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. |
And a buffet from a discarded packing crate:
3 comments:
for years I've used an old blanket chest made by a great-great something or other of mine. I love it. It's really old (100+), beat up, and I can't imagine ever *not* using it. I'm so glad I'm the pack rat of the family :)
since my first apartment, my main coffee table was an old metal and wood trunk that belonged to my great grandmother. Unfortunately, it was destroyed during the Katrina flooding--it's one of the few things that really upset me to lose.
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