A Wine Bar?

One of the reasons I purchased the house that I am in is because it had a genuine third floor---not a room or two carved out of some attic space. It has a real staircase and real bedrooms with windows. It also has a full bathroom.

And for much of the time since we have owned this property my eldest daughter occupied the uppermost level--she started with the smaller of the two bedrooms and then slowly expanded her crap outward until both bedrooms were hers.

But she no longer lives here. So when we ripped out the bathroom it snowballed into a complete third floor renovation. No space was left untouched.

And since the goal was to create guest rooms/sitting areas with all the comforts of a suite hotel I allowed my imagination carry me away.

So in the hallway that leads to the two bedrooms I created a wine bar—stools and all. Now that my children are all over 21 it seemed like a more useful use of area when their guests paid a visit. But when I mentioned my idea to a few people I got a whole lot of Huh? A wine bar? Why? Who is going to sit up on the third floor to have a glass of wine? That’s weird. And because I didn’t feel like being confrontational I just said I don’t know it just sounds like a fun decorating idea.

But what I wanted to say is this—the wine bar is replacing the space formerly occupied by my great grandmother’s Singer sewing machine---the non-electric kind powered with your foot. When was the last time anyone used that? 1919? And what is the difference between a wine bar or any other piece of artwork or furniture I might put there—isn’t the bar is just as aesthetically pleasing as hanging a canvas painting or placing a console table? No one uses a painting or a console table—it is purely decorative. So likewise even if no one ever enjoys a glass of wine at the wine bar its function (or lack thereof) isn’t any different than a large piece of sculpture.

In fact aren’t all pieces of decorative art essentially purposeless?

And now that the third floor project is complete I can’t help but think that if I put my house on the market tomorrow, the buyer would find the third floor to be so appealing they would pull out their checkbook on the spot—I believe it is that awesome. I believe it is that irresistible—not that I plan on moving anytime soon. I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor for a while---and I also need to hang out at the wine bar first.

Chardonnay anyone?