When I moved to my second New York apartment, I was dating a college guy. I’d been pretty proud of my home decor skills, but I remember visiting his on-campus apartment and noticing the bar cart he’d placed in a corner. It was cute, sophisticated and interesting — and it made me a little jealous. How had I, a bona fide adult, neglected to fill my home with this obviously mature thing when my college-age boyfriend hadn’t? This was a wrong that needed to be righted immediately. I set to work...
