CAN I FRESHEN THAT UP FOR YOU?

I want a bar cart. I really want a bar cart. I NEED a bar cart. I actually can't believe that I don't already OWN a bar cart. It's in my WASPy blood! I should have INHERITED a bar cart, for fuck's sake. But I didn't. And while Ted is going to be appalled that there is yet another item I have decided is essential for the living room, I can tell him where to lay the blame: squarely on Daniela, the lovely and talented lady behind Aesthetic Oiseau. I was living quite happily, sans bar cart, until I read one of her Friday Crush posts that discussed the bar cart that she is lucky enough to own:


Nice, right? Well, I have found a bar cart that is sufficiently similar and it must be mine. It's from a great site called Society Social and it looks like this:


I can already see it in my living room. Of course, I'll also need plenty of cut-glass decanters and glasses to put on the top shelf. Here's what I'm picturing:




The only thing is, once you've filled the decanters, how the hell do you remember which liquor is in which decanter? Luckily, my mother is here, and this is the sort of thing, along with how to set a proper table and whether or not your coat should be shorter than your skirt (it shouldn't, ever, unless it is a car coat), she knows about. So I asked her, and she said "Well, Mother always used to have these metal tags that hung on chains around the necks of each decanter."* And sure enough, you can get pewter decanter hang tags:


And thus avoid any drinking confusion! Well, any confusion about what liquor is in what decanter. The tags won't help you with other types of drinking confusion, like whether or not you should e-mail your high school prom date, if you should sing along loudly with the music playing at the party, or if your husband is being a douche or you have just had too much to drink. For that kind of confusion, you are on your own.

XOXOXO
ABC

*As you can see, I come by my WASP heritage honestly.

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