Here’s a quickie client project for you:
So we had this cupboard, right. It’s in this ultra refined library– fireplace, high ceilings, lounge chair made of leather like butter, built-in’s spanning the walls, the whole nine.
The cupboard in question was, shall we say, less chic than the room containing it. It happened to be my client’s “present cupboard,” i.e. a place to stow any and all would-be gifts. Some of them already wrapped (the convenience!).
It was a cupboard of preparedness, and also a caught-with-your-pants-down-ness. A just got invited to a party and need to bring a present, luckily I have some on back stock! type deal.
I quickly deduced that the gift supply could certainly be condensed, at the very least. My client went so far as to suggest we evict the gifts, and return the cupboard to its former glory– a stylish home for booze and co.
We quickly grew enraptured with the thought of it– a drinks cupboard in the library was just too James Bond/Mad Men (maybe? I don’t watch so I type without the slightest authority)/sophisticated estate owner repairs to the study for a private leisure moment- esque to dally on instituting.
So the presents came out, were sorted into categories, and put elsewhere. Then the cupboard was empty, and the two of us stared into it wonderingly.
And then my client was all, “What goes into a drink cupboard, do you suppose?”
And I responded, “Umm, you know, booze. And… Those shakers! And the stirrers! For the shakers?”
And then the two of us scurried hither and thither around her house gathering drink accoutrements like the two unaccomplished alcoholics that we are.
In the end, it didn’t turn out half bad, if I do say so myself.