The other day, in a brief hour-long visit to the house to let Mocha and the cat out for a bit before I joined the Husband and some friends for a movie night, I grabbed a fork from the drawer and popped the lid off the Husband’s birthday cake. I opened up my Kobo on the counter and settled in comfortably… leaning against the bar.
I only got down two bites of the tasty cake before I gave up and moved into the living room. And not just because there were cookies in there.
(Yes, I have a sweet tooth and a lack of self-control. There’s a reason we don’t buy sweet things often.)
It’s not the first time we’ve noticed the clear lack of bar stools.
Sure, we’ve got a beautiful table. But sometimes, you don’t want to go through the formality of pulling out a chair, moving your food or your flyer or your book or your laptop to the table, and sitting down. Sometimes, you just want to slide effortlessly onto a stool.
One like this: