A little shopping adventure

For the past few weeks we have been looking online and flicking through design magazines to try and find a nice little furniture addition for our flat. The bar that we’ve been growing on the windowsill (mostly fuelled by trips through Duty Free on our travels in and out of the country) had reached the point of such excess that I was on the cusp of banishing most of it into the bomb shelter – it was too messy for me to be comfortable with – and so it was time to either redistribute it or hide it.

            The happy medium that we agreed on was that we would buy a fantastic dark wood travel chest mini-bar. We had seen a similar style one at a friends house once before, but we wanted to get our own version of it, so we needed to shop around. This would not only be the sort of bar that could be cleared away if required, but it would also be a fun furniture addition to the flat, and one that I can easily imagine packaging up and shipping back to England when the time comes to relocate our lives back to the Britain. The hunt was on!

            With Saturday free and ready to be filled with activities, we spent some time casually touring around a few malls that we have previously earmarked to check out the options that we could find. Ignoring the distractions of Marks and Spencer’s (for hot cross buns – multiple packs now reside in my freezer) and Cedele (to get bread for our salmon and cream cheese dinner) we toured a couple of home stores to look at options, but we very quickly decided on a tall, beautiful option from “I Wanna Go Home” (where we also accidentally found some fabulous Old Fashioned glasses, and a truly gross house warming present for our friends who will be coming to dinner next weekend).

            Unfortunately the only bar they had left in stock was the one on show, but fortunately this mean that we got it for a bargain (which I loved) and we got to take it home there and then (which made Nick happy). There followed a fairly eventful 40 minutes while the shop attempted to bubble wrap the fairly sizeable chest, and then we tried to fit it into the back of the biggest taxi that we could find. Still, drama survived, eventually the chest was in our flat, free of excessive layers of bubble wrap and topped up with all the bottles that had been making a mess of my windowsill.

            It is a great addition to our little flat, and even better, Nick loves it so much that he’s now more than happy to mix me a cheeky gingo tongo whenever requested. Double bonus for me!