#Sustainable Sofa Designs

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Home Attraction: The ‘Sofa Cover Manufacturer in Panipat’ You Didn’t Know You Needed

Ah, the vibrant realm of Panipat. While its historical tales are legendary, there's a modern chronicle unfolding – the rise of Home Attraction, the top-notch 'Sofa Cover Manufacturer in Panipat'.

Panipat’s Contemporary Pulse: Home Attraction

Move over, tales of battles and epic sagas. Panipat's new narrative is spun with threads and textures. At its epicenter is Home Attraction, proving why they're the revered ‘Sofa Cover Manufacturer in Panipat’.

Why Home Attraction? Oh, Let's Count the Ways!

Why settle for ordinary when Home Attraction offers extraordinary? Dive into their repository of fabrics, and you'd wonder if there's any style they've missed. Spoiler: They haven’t.

Custom Creations, Courtesy of Home Attraction

Got a quirky sofa design in mind? Maybe a pattern that's as unique as your personality? Home Attraction, the 'Sofa Cover Manufacturer in Panipat', crafts each piece to mirror your distinct essence.

Sustainability Meets Style at Home Attraction

Every cover woven here is a testament to sustainable choices. With Home Attraction, you don’t just get a sofa cover; you get a piece of Panipat’s commitment to Mother Earth.

Quality? Home Attraction's Middle Name!

In an era of fleeting fads, Home Attraction stands resilient, ensuring every product echoes the fine craftsmanship that the 'Sofa Cover Manufacturer in Panipat' is known for.

Global Inspiration, Local Craft: Home Attraction's Mastery

Infusing global trends while retaining Panipat's core essence isn't child's play. But, for Home Attraction, it’s just another day at work. World-class aesthetics, Panipat’s soul – a combo we all love!

Endnote: The Home Attraction Difference

While Panipat is a tapestry of tales, the narrative of Home Attraction stands out, shimmering in modern brilliance. When thinking sofa makeover, think local, think Home Attraction. After all, there's a reason why they're dubbed the premier 'Sofa Cover Manufacturer in Panipat'. Your chic living space is just a Home Attraction away!

Reference - https://www.homeattraction.in/post/home-attraction-the-sofa-cover-manufacturer-in-panipat-you-didn-t-know-you-needed

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Why Choose Glory Designs for Expert Furniture Reupholstery and Custom Designs in Johannesburg

When it comes to transforming your furniture into beautiful, functional pieces that suit your style, Glory Designs is the trusted name in Johannesburg. Whether you need furniture reupholstery, custom furniture design, or furniture restoration, our expert team delivers exceptional craftsmanship and top-quality materials to give your pieces a fresh, stylish look. Let’s explore why we’re the go-to…

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Envisioning the future of interior design

“Each generation since our early ancestors, has added a new feature to the space we call home; from heat to sustainable energy sources, each of these additions have led modern households to the design standards we currently hold���” Read More

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Transform Your Living Space with Modern Sofas: The Perfect Blend of Comfort and Style

Modern sofas have revolutionized the way we perceive comfort and design, becoming a cornerstone of contemporary interiors. With sleek lines, versatile functionality, and timeless appeal, they effortlessly transform living spaces into stylish sanctuaries. For those seeking the perfect addition to their home, exploring modern sofas can provide inspiration and unparalleled options.

Reasons for Choosing Modern Sofas

Modern sofas are more than a piece of furniture; they symbolically present their owners' style, practicality, and versatility. Here are some more reasons that make them just right for you:

Innovative Designs: From very discreet minimalist features to a strong and appalling, sometimes eclectic approach in structure, modern sofas attend to each specific taste.

Space Savers: Slim or compact constructions make room for them in apartments and on smaller precincts, while the sectional sofas can help redefine larger rooms.

Durability and Comfort: With extremely high-quality materials and cushioning, modern sofas help facilitate long-lasting and extremely comfortable seating.

Customization Options: Such modern designs often allow customers to make choices on fabric, color, and type of fabrics from which to work with in customization options.

Eco-Friendliness: New modern furniture increasingly incorporates the use of sustainable materials, making it a worthy choice. 

Types of Trendy Living Room Sofa to Elevate Your space

1. Sectional sofas

Sectional sofas are just the piece for larger spaces or families because they afford ample seating and flexibility. The rearranging of sectional sofas provides functionality, site usefulness, and style.

2. Loveseats

Loveseats are an ideal choice for that intimate corner or small apartment when you want to enjoy the company of others without sacrificing the look.

3. Reclining Sofas

Add some luxury to your relaxation with a reclining sofa-great for movie nights or unending days that beg an evening in.

4. Sleeper Sofas

All-purpose furniture that is important in gathering homes, sleeper sofas offer the both comfort and usability.

5. Chesterfield sofas

For classic elegance, a Chesterfield sofa adds tufted and plush seating that can harmonize with modern decor. 

How to Choose the Right Contemporary Couch

Considerations that are involved in the selection of a perfect sofa:

Room Size and Layout: Measure your space to ensure that the sofa proportionately fits without packing the room too tightly.

Fabric: Choose leather, fabric, or velvet depending on durability and ease of maintenance.

Color: Neutral tones never fail. Bright, vibrant colors or bold patterns can attract attention.

Functionality: Decide if you would like various functions like a pull-out bed or storage.

Budget: Set a budget that balances quality and affordability. 

Tips for Styling Your Modern Lounge Sofa

Layering With Textures: Let the throws and cushions create depth and a sense of coziness.

Add Accent Furniture: Bedazzle your couch with a beautiful coffee table or side chairs to create a cohesive look.

Lighting: If possible, put your sofa near a natural light source or pair it with a floor lamp for an intimate atmosphere.

Rug Placement: A perfectly floored area rug will anchor your seating and make it more inviting. 

Conclusion

A modern sofa is the very definition of sophistication, comfort, and versatility, which are worthy additions to a home. Revamping and redefining space or starting fresh, these stylish pieces will redo your living room. It is time to visit the different designs and find your perfect fit by means of an online auction, where the hidden gems and one-of-a-kind pieces to your liking will be right for you. 

FAQ

Q: What materials should I look at for a modern sofa?

A: Leather, velvet, or high-quality fabric can be chosen for their durability and decor.

Q: What are ways of keeping my modern sofa clean and maintained?

A: Very often, vacuum and spot clean as required with the necessary care solution to keep it looking new.

Q: Are sleeper sofas comfortable for everyday use?

A: Yes, many modern sleeper sofas are very comfortable with upgraded mattresses.

Q: How do I select a size for the sofa?

A: Measure the room size and include expected seating arrangements so that it fits without crowding.

Q: Is it possible to customize a modern couch to fit into traditional decor styles at all?

A: Yes, there are many designs that work very well with traditional elements through choices of color and texture. 

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Modern Living Room - Open Idea for a large, formal, open-concept living room with a light wood floor and a beige floor, white walls, a standard fireplace, a tile fireplace, and no television.

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Ever considered a microfiber sofa? They're durable, stain-resistant, and cozy. Perfect for homes with kids or pets. Add to it, the style and affordability. Explore the 8 key benefits and see if it's right for your home.

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Living Room Open

Inspiration for a large open concept living room remodel with white walls and medium tone wood floors.

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Living Room in Gold Coast - Tweed Large island-style loft-style living room photo with a medium-tone wood floor and white walls.

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𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐏.𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sugar Daddies! In-ho/Gi hun x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Your sugar daddies want to show you a little surprise…

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.4k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Breath Play!, Daddy kink, Spit play,Blowjob, They run a secret undercover business together, Reader wears a pink dress—so if u don’t like pink ignore the dress part

You were truly living the life that others craved and died for,while others had to work 9/5 jobs to get a few change; you however just had to show your puppy eyes to ether one of your sugar daddies and get thousands.What a life.

Gi hun was the most protective of you, always making sure you had enough money to sustain your lavish lifestyle, you were his princess if not a queen in his eyes; he would do anything just to see your eyes light up like fireworks and your crazed smile adorn your face because you received a diamond necklace.It truly made his day.

In-ho on the other hand was a bit more stern when giving you your allowance. He always had a few insisting questions ready to lash out when your pretty self begged him for a couple grands, “ what do you need the money for ?” was always his first question, as much as you love him, you couldn’t hide the fact that he slightly annoyed you when it came down to situations like this, because quite frankly as harsh as it sounds he was just your sugar daddy and not your actual father so he should start acting like it.

Anyways, tonight, something was definitely going to go down…you could feel it in air, especially when the normal stoic and calm In-ho responded with using “Xx” at the end of his sentence when messaging you, this was quite outlandish for his standards seeing as though his responses are always short and snappy; so this behaviour was really strange from him. Coming down 2 solutions as to why In-ho was so ‘happy’ you thought, it was ether he just made a huge deal with another incorporation and is feeling a lil babygirl today orrr someone drugged your man with laughing gas and now he’s suffering the consequences. Ether way it goes, you’re still gonna get that money regardless sooo….

Following orders from your sugar daddy’s ( which was to meet them 8pm sharp at their shared establishment), you got dolled up in your most luxurious outfit, which consisted of a sparkly pink dress,with each diamond etched into the fabric; some cute heals that gracefully adorned your feet and last but not least, a mini purse that shimmered like stars in the night sky. Hearing the sound of your designated chauffeur that your men ordered you, you got up from your vanity and headed out your bedroom.

𝟒𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑…

As I stepped into the lavish penthouse suite, my heart raced with anticipation. Tonight was going to be unforgettable, thanks to the two powerful men who had taken me under their wing - In-ho, the ruthless entrepreneur, and Gi-hun, his cunning right-hand man. It’s quite funny because you knew the other side to their jobs ( In-ho the leader of squid game and Gi-hun who surrendered and became In-ho’s right hand man) but still tried everything in their power to distract you from it.

They had promised me a night to remember, and I intended to hold them to that vow. In-ho, resplendent in a tailored black suit, greeted me with a firm kiss on the cheek. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to devour me whole. “My dear, you look exquisite tonight”, he purred, his voice low and seductive. “Shall we begin our little game?”

As I nodded eagerly, Gi-hun emerged from the shadows, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of candles. He wore a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. A sly smile graced his plump lips as he approached, his eyes roving over my body with undisguised hunger. “We've prepared something special for you”, Gi-hun said, leading me to a plush velvet sofa. “Something to satisfy all your deepest desires, seeing as though you’ve been really good for us.”

Gi hun knelt before me, his hands deftly removing my shoes and stockings. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of my ankles, sending shivers up my spine. As he worked his way up, his touch grew bolder, teasing the hem of my skirt.Suddenly, In-ho appeared at my side, his large hand cupping my chin. “Open wide, baby girl”, he commanded, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. I parted my mouth obediently, and he slipped in a finger, probing deep. The sensation made me gasp, and In Gi hun seized the opportunity to slide his own colossal hand beneath my skirt, his palm grazing the damp heat of my core through my panties.

In-ho withdrew his finger, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. “Such a good little slut, aren't you?” he praised, his breath hot against my ear. “Now, let's see how well you can serve us both”.He guided me onto my knees, positioning me between Gi huns spread legs. The other man looked down at me with lust-glazed eyes, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are”.

Gi hun instructed, his voice husky with desire. I reached for the button of his trousers, popping it open with trembling fingers. As I pulled down the zipper, his thick erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Creamy pre-cum glistened and oozed down from the tip, slowly trickling down his shaft like a stream, I couldn't resist leaning in to lap it up with my tongue. “Mmm, so sweet”, I moaned around his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head. Gi hun letted out a guttural groan as his cock hitted the back of my throat. His hands tangled in my hair as he guided me further down. I took him deeper, relishing the musky flavor and the way his cock throbbed in my mouth.

Just as I found a rhythm, In-ho loomed over us, his brown eyes blazing with possessiveness. “Enough playing nice”, he growled, roughly yanking me off Gi hun’s dick.Before I could even let out a whine of protest, In-ho spun me around and shoved me face-first onto the plush sofa cushions. My already short dress rode up, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze. With a swift motion, he ripped away my panties, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

“You're finally ours now, no more going back and forth , you’re gonna stay with us sweetheart”, he declared, his voice dripping with dominance. “And we're going to use you however we please”In-ho shuffled out the way, allowing Gi hun to take his spot behind me, his hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance. Without warning, he thrusted inside, filling me to the brim with his thick length. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching around him as he set a brutal pace. In-ho watched intently, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his pants. “Look at her take it like a pro” he bellowed in the shadows as his eyes greedily took in the sight of me being used like a fuck toy.

Gi hun grunted in agreement, his hips slamming against mine with increasing force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, mingling with my moans and whimpers. In-ho stepped closer, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind. He squeezed gently, just enough to make my pulse race. “Breathe for us, pet”, he commanded, his fingers tightening slightly. I gasped, the pressure on my windpipe sending a thrill straight to my core. The feeling of my life all in the clutches of the man I so desperately craved, drived me crazy to no end.

In response, Gi hun picked up speed, his cock pistoning in and out of me with reckless abandon. The combined sensations pushed me to the brink, my climax building with each stroke. Being the cunning man In-ho is, sensed my impending release and tightened his grip, cutting off my air supply entirely.Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision as I teetered on the edge, my body tensing in preparation for the inevitable. Just when I thought I might pass out, In-ho released his hold on my throat, allowing me to inhale raggedly.

The sudden rush of oxygen entering my lungs sent me careening over the edge like crashing waves. My orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I spasmed around Gi hun’s still-thrusting cock. He groaned, his own release imminent, and buried himself to the hilt one final time before finding his peak.Thick ropes of cum painted my insides as he filled me to overflowing, his hot seed triggering another aftershock of ecstasy. In-ho watched with a satisfied smirk, his own erection straining painfully against his pants.

“ Ready for part two, sweetheart?”

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Bee Stings and Butterfly Kisses || SV5

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x wife!reader Summary: Your husband takes nesting to a whole new level with the paradise he’s found to start his family. Warnings: established relationship, pregnant!reader, fluffiness WC: 1.4k

The property Sebastian had chosen to raise his children upon was everything you could have dreamt of and more. There were rolling meadows full of fragrant flowers, forests of conifers and evergreens, and even a lake with an abundance of trout. The house he had designed was built using recycled material and was sustainable to run with the dozens of solar panels on the roof. He had truly future proofed everything to live a life as environmentally friendly as possible.

“Did you know honey is the only food that doesn’t spoil if you store it properly?” Sebastian barely looked up from the old set of drawers he was upcycling into an apiary. “There were pots of honey found in ancient tombs in Egypt, around 3000 years old.”

“I still don't see why we need bees at our home.”

“Because, my love,” he said as he placed his hammer down and pulled you into his arms, “this is our future we are building. Without bees there’s no pollination, with no pollination there’s no flowers, or fruit and vegetables.” His hand splayed across your swollen belly, feeling his son’s kicks against his palm with a smile. “It’s our responsibility to protect our future.”

The outdoor sofa where you were reading was a current favourite place of yours. It was tranquil and warm and allowed you to get off your feet for a little bit while your husband pottered around in the garden. With only a few weeks to your due date everything ached from your neck to your ankles so you kicked your feet up and listened to the birdsong.

The hiss of pain was one you had come to know well recently and it only took a minute for Seb to appear at the edge of the garden, the metal gate squeaking on its rusted hinge. He cupped one hand over his cheek, one eye closed with a wince as he ascended the stairs to the deck.

“You wouldn’t get stung if you used the smoke, love,” you softly reminded him as he took a seat and pulled his hand away. “Oh dear, that’s a big one.”

“We don’t know the long term effect the smoke has on them, it could be poisoning them,” he said as he turned his head so you could use your nails to pull the stinger out without squeezing more toxin into his cheek. “They will recognise me soon and realise I’m not going to hurt them.”

“If you say so.” You loved your husband but you weren’t so sold on the trust building exercise he found himself in. More often than not after going to check the beehive you found yourself in this position, grateful he wasn’t allergic. “How is your queen doing?”

His lips pulled up into a smile and he sat down on the edge of the seat, pulling your feet onto his lap and massaging your swollen ankles. “You tell me, my sweet, how are you doing?”

Emotions swelled in your chest and you cursed as he laughed, leaning closer to wipe away the tear that escaped. “Damn these hormones. You should really stop being so nice so my poor tear ducts can have a break. Can’t you just be a jerk?” His laugh grew and with it the kicks increased. “Yes, yes, daddy’s laughing at me.”

“I would never laugh at your mother,” he chuckled, lifting your shirt to press his lips to your belly. Stretch marks littered the skin and you dared not to think about the other changes that you couldn’t see below the swell, but he still made you feel beautiful. “Everything she is going through is my fault.”

“That’s right,” you agreed with a smile. “Daddy spent a lot of time romancing and seducing me, and now here you are.”

Seb looked up, his long hair hanging in naturally soft waves around his face. “How could I not? You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I could hardly concentrate on the race after seeing you.”

“It couldn't have affected you too much,” you said as you tucked his hair behind his ear, “you still won.”

“I had to make a good impression somehow, since I could barely speak a word when we were introduced,” he admitted as he looked out over the garden he tendered.

You followed his gaze knowing he was going to be a great father considering the care he gave to the garden, and you. “It was your eyes I fell for anyway, they looked sweet and kind.”

The rows of plants were just flowering and you traced them to see the little bursts of yellows that all too soon would become bright red ripe tomatoes. Next were the beans, too many varieties to count, all climbing the trellis Seb had made from the wood of fallen trees in the forest. Further beyond were your favourites, the bushes that were brimming with berries of every flavour. Each morning you would amble your way to them with Seb and a bowl, pointing out the juiciest looking berries for him to pick for your smoothie.

Patting his good cheek, you shuffled to sit up and swing your legs off the couch.

“Where are you going?”

With a groan you pulled yourself to your feet and rubbed the straining skin at your sides. “To get some ice to stop that swelling,” you said as you pointed to his face. “You need to be able to see properly if you are thinking about getting back in a race car this weekend.”

“I can get it, you rest.” He followed you into the house even after catching the roll of your eyes and watched you struggle to bend down to reach the ice tray at the bottom of the freezer. Unable to stop himself, his hands caught your waist and straightened you up before he grabbed the tray. “I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he said with a kiss to your temple.

“I said the same thing, but you still went and got stung.”

“But that’s because I have you to kiss me better.”

You smiled at the softness in his tone and gave him the gentlest of kisses to his swollen cheek, barely the touch of a butterfly's wing. “There, is that better?”

“Yes, I don’t even need this anymore,” he said as he turned to put the tray away until you stopped him with an amused look.

“Nurburgring,” you reminded him, grabbing a tea towel to wrap the ice cubes in.

He had been excited since he got the call from Christian Horner to drive the historic track, and in a car modified to run on eco-friendly fuel no less. He was not going to do anything to miss the opportunity to return to the racetrack, even though he enjoyed retirement and the quiet life he had built in the rural settlement. So, he quietly accepted the ice pack and carefully pressed it to his cheek.

“It’s a dangerous track, Seb,” you murmured as you took over holding it, cradling his other cheek with your palm. “Please be safe and come home in one piece.”

His hands came to rest on your stomach, nearly covering it all as he splayed his fingers apart. “Of course, my love. And you need to stay in one piece until I get home.”

You giggled and felt the strong kick responding to his voice. “I have a feeling your son will take his time. Would you resort to one of those dreadful planes if he decides to come early?”

His lips twitched in amusement, used to your jibing over the consciousness of his carbon footprint. “I could probably drive home faster, with a few speeding tickets along the way, but I might be able to lower myself to boarding a plane for him.”

“Ah, that’s a father’s love,” you giggled. “He doesn’t even know what a sacrifice that would be.”

Sebastian lowered the ice pack so he could dip his head and kiss you. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the two of you.”

“Except get rid of the bees.”

His lips curled against yours in a smile you felt. “Except that.”

[accio-victuuri]

read a book for me. 📚

inspired by people who were curious about the books featured in xz’s video, let’s take a look at what they are. i’d like to think these were pre approved by XZ and are related to his interests. i’m not removing tge possibility that one of these were chosen by someone from xzs or the director himself. i’m tagging this as cpn because there will be some cpn. if you don’t wanna go that route and just enjoy learning about the titles featured, then go ahead. 😉

1. Restoration House by Kennesha Bucks

You don't have to live in your dream house to make your living spaces feel more like home. Home is meant to be a place to belong. A place to gather and connect. A place of beauty. A place to restore your soul. In Restoration House, author and designer Kennesha Buycks will encourage you to embrace your home and your story so you can create mindful spaces that give life to you, your loved ones, and all who enter.

2. LORI WILDE

that red book just says the author’s name and no actual title but if you look her up, she’s all about that romance novel. here is her website if you wanna know what i mean. if you move a bit, the spine of it says “boy” so i think it maybe one of those books that has the cowboys in it!

3. Next is LIT UP, which is a black book. I’m not so sure if it’s a real book and when you search it, there are a couple of contenders. Tho i personally gravitate towards p2 since it’s black and the plot of the story is something i think XZ will enjoy!

it says out of the cubicle and into the real world, it’s like him getting out of his work cubicle years ago and discovering the world.

book overview:

Eddy Gilmore found himself on society’s fringe after being exiled from Corporate America. Despite years of higher education and exemplary service inside a cubicle’s pixelated world, he had no tangible or transferable skills to offer his community. Amazingly, failure was the door into tapping dreams and gifts that had long been ignored as impractical.

This true to life adventure is a pilgrimage into the real world, a place where neighbors make and produce things that sustain life and bring joy. When their eyes were opened to the talents all around them, Eddy and his wife discovered how to produce value themselves, and sank roots into the community. By working together, they are building a life they might never need to retire from.

4. The Interior Design Handbook

Frida Ramstedt believes in thinking about how we decorate, rather than focusing on what we decorate with. We know more today than ever before about design trends, furniture, and knickknacks, and now Frida familiarizes readers with the basic principles behind interior and styling—what looks good and, most of all, why it looks good.

The Interior Design Handbook teaches you general rules of thumb—like what the golden ratio and the golden spiral are, the proper size for a coffee table in relation to your sofa, the optimal height to hang lighting fixtures, and the best ways to use a mood board—complete with helpful illustrations. Use The Interior Design Handbook to achieve a balanced, beautiful home no matter where you live or what your style is.

5. Limits of the Known

A celebrated mountaineer and author searches for meaning in great adventures and explorations, past and present.

David Roberts, "veteran mountain climber and chronicler of adventures" (Washington Post), has spent his career documenting voyages to the most extreme landscapes on earth. In Limits of the Known, he reflects on humanity’s—and his own—relationship to extreme risk. Part memoir and part history, this book tries to make sense of why so many have committed their lives to the desperate pursuit of adventure.

In the wake of his diagnosis with throat cancer, Roberts seeks answers with sharp new urgency. He explores his own lifelong commitment to adventuring, as well as the cultural contributions of explorers throughout history: What specific forms of courage and commitment did it take for Fridtjof Nansen to survive an eighteen-month journey from a record "farthest north" with no supplies and a single rifle during his polar expedition of 1893–96? What compelled Eric Shipton to return, five times, to the ridges of Mt. Everest, plotting the mountain’s most treacherous territory years before Hillary and Tenzing’s famous ascent? What drove Bill Stone to dive 3,000 feet underground into North America’s deepest cave?

What motivates the explorers we most admire, who are willing to embark on perilous journeys and push the limits of the human body? And what is the future of adventure in a world we have mapped and trodden from end to end?

6. Eat, Drink, Nap: Bringing the House Home

The quintessential style, cooking, and home interior book from Soho House, the world's leading members' club.

Since the first Soho House opened its doors over 25 years ago, we've learnt a bit about what works. Contemporary, global yet with something quintessentially English and homely at its heart, this is Soho House style explained by its experts:

- From planning a room to vintage finds: bringing the Soho House look home.

- Our House curator's advice on how to buy, collect and hang art.

- The art of a great night's sleep: how to design the perfect bedroom.

- No-fuss recipes and chef's tips: here's how to make your favourite House dishes.

- Inside Babington: our take on country-house living. Wellies optional.

- Flip-flop glamour and poolside style from Soho House Miami Beach.

- All the secrets of cocktail hour: House tonics and barman's tips.

- Spa treatment at home, DIY facials and chocolate brownies.

Eat Drink Nap, a 300-page highly illustrated book, with a foreword from founder Nick Jones, and photography from leading food and interiors photographers Mark Seelen and Jean Cazals, shares the Soho House blueprint for stylish, modern living, the Soho House way.

7. Styled

It’s easy to find your own style confidence once you know this secret: While decorating can take months and tons of money, styling often takes just minutes. Even a few little tweaks can transform the way your room feels.

At the heart of Styled are Emily Henderson’s ten easy steps to styling any space. From editing out what you don’t love to repurposing what you can’t live without to arranging the most eye-catching vignettes on any surface, you’ll learn how to make your own style magic.

With Emily’s style diagnostic, insider tips, and more than 1,000 unique ideas from 75 envy-inducing rooms, you’ll soon be styling like you were born to do it.

8. The other book i’m seeing is WINTER TID then it cuts off so again it’s tricky to confirm what it is! My best guess is WINTER TIDE but if you google that — i can’t connect how XZ will read that lol.

EDIT: adding this one seen from the alternate MV,

The Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice

is a vampire novel by American writer Anne Rice, the fourth in her The Vampire Chronicles series, following The Queen of the Damned (1988). Published in 1992, it continues the adventures of Lestat, specifically his efforts to regain his lost humanity during the late 20th century.

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now let’s look at the CPN.

i see fans saying the style related books could be because of his work before. but he is more of a digital and design artist right? he does logos and stuff that can help their brand identity. i don’t remember him being an interior designer. there is also the eat, drink, nap which has topics on cooking and being a good host. these books are making me clown so hard! my head canon is xz is keeping himself busy ( as if he is not busy enough already ) with designing their home. his and wyb’s — if that wasn’t clear enough, that’s what i’m insinuating. if he isn’t traveling, i would imagine he is the type who just wants to spend time at home in between jobs. it is their home. their sanctuary. so xz would make sure that it is according to what they both want and that it’s stylish.

and when he is at home sipping wine, while waiting for Bobo, is he reading a LORI WILDE BOOK? lol. sexy millionaire cowboy you say? 👀👀👀👀

😂😂😂😂😂

or reading something like the LIT UP book which is more up his alley ( but again i’m not sure if this is the exact title )

what is out of place is limits of the known. out of place compared to the theme of the other books, but xz is someone who is into nature and climbing of sorts. but i haven’t seen him climb the way yibo did in ETU. the most popular cpn is that this is yibo’s contribution to the selection. or maybe he read it after yibo and liked it. OR he is also becoming interested in rock climbing — which is not a far off possibility.

-END.

[pennyserenade]

picture this | chris o'doyle x reader

summary | there is an american woman, famous for her place in the background of protest photograph, and there is man from the ira. one week of every summer their infamous lives join and they forge a simple something a part from it all. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | ira mention, vietnam war mention, smut, a little bit of an age gap (reader is around 30, chris is 40), friends with benefits, co-workers (?) with benefits, protected sex, fingering, pinv, consensual sex, tender word count | 3.8k a/n | this took way too long to write and i'm sorry about that, but i hope you enjoy it!

Near the middle where the bone protruded on her knee, there was a dainty, thin scar that grew fainter with time. Somewhere–in past publications and museums, in scrapbooks and freshly-printed history books–the scar is being newly formed: she is twenty-two, attending her senior year of college and nothing makes more sense to her than standing up for other people. There is a sign in her hand, uncomplicated in both its design–white board, black lettering–and its demand (PEACE IN VIETNAM). Her youthful face is twisted in pain, her fingers folding the edges of the sign in agony as one knee touches the cement. If the camera had shuttered one second later, you would watch as the other gave way too, and you would see her mouth open wide to let out a scream that would only be masked in the cacophony of other screams.

She is not front in center in the photograph, but near the middle, only captured because of the chance way the bodies moved in that single, precise moment. Behind her is a crowd of soldiers, no older than any of the other students, who will later claim they did not strike first. They will accuse a dusty blond boy who died a week later from injuries he sustained during this photograph. This happened at a college campus she thought she would love forever. Now the degree she got there collected dust in a drawer, and she spent much of her free time trying to do anything that mattered.

Tonight, Chris found she was uncharacteristically romantic, full of cheap, potent beer and the inane idea that because they met once a year and fucked without purpose, that what they did was markedly adult. It wasn’t that she really thought that, but was an easy notion to be taken with; friends she had known in college were getting married and settling down, or already had, and the most consistent relationship she’d had in five years was this annual, week-long endeavor. Of course she knew that what they did was more sophomoric than trying at a real relationship and failing, but she could delude herself into thinking it was more mature on the basis that she did not love him and he did not love her. She told herself because they liked each other intellectually, personally, apart from having sex, it was different:. They had shared interests. He really did think she was clever. When he laughed, the laugh came from some place within him, an innocuous place that did not have coal to burn from in Ireland, but stirred happily back to life with her. When he kissed her, he did it for pleasure. He let her dress and undress herself. He lit her cigarettes the way he did for other acquaintances. When they were at her apartment like this, locked together in the quiet hours of the night, she was unabashed, witty, the least vain and neurotic version of herself.

Chris’ leather jacket hung on the back of a chair in her kitchen, his shoes tucked vertically by the door. His arm sloped over the back of the sofa, hovering near her body but not quite reaching it. In his current state, he looked at perfect ease: dress shirt unbuttoned, the glimmer of his silver St. Christopher’s pendant shining beneath the harsh lighting, a content smile on his face. If one were to glimpse inside her home, one might think he was a permanent resident.

“For a man so supposedly out of touch with the world, that mustache of yours is pretty in vogue, don’t you think?” she teased warmly, nodding towards his mouth. Her beer bottle sweated against the coffee table, without a coaster to protect the wood beneath it.

Growing more comfortable, Chris’ hand moved down, his fingers grazing against her knee. A flush of heat rose to her cheeks almost immediately, and he knew that the touch excited her, simple as it was. She watched carefully as he leaned down, quiet, and pressed his lips to the scar there. It was intimate, too familiar. She was an adult, steady minded, logical, and yet the simple act drove her to wordlessness. This was what a week with Chris always looked like, why she so craved it and feared it: it dizzied her, grounded her in a place that had not ever existed since she was twenty-two. It came back with tenacity whenever he stepped into her life.

Chris had no shame, leveling a satisfied smirk in her direction. He took in the sight of her face, his hand traveling further up her leg, exploring the width of her smooth thigh beneath his hand. She became tense under his touch, taut with anticipation. He nudged her legs apart with a tap of his fingers. Slowly, as if she had never done it before - not for him, not for anyone - she spread them apart.

“That’s right, my girl,” he cooed. Beneath the fabric of his tight slacks, his cock began to stir in interest.

This was a ritual his body knew what was going to happen next–because it always happened next. His pale blue eyes went a shade darker, the pupils widening as he trailed over the insides of her thighs with his fingers. Up close like this, he could smell the perfume on her, a heady, intoxicating scent that he relished as she leaned back on the couch for him. He rose up to her neck, tonguing at the flesh nearest to her throat, humming contentedly as her thighs attempted to close around his explorative hand.

He nudged alongside her jawline with his nose, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Beneath her skirt, he began rubbing soothing circles on her thighs. He could feel the heat emitting from her cunt, was thoroughly taken with the idea that in this state, he could just as well do anything he wanted to her. For months now, he’d been thinking of this, of her — of her soft whimpers, of the scrunch of her face as she came, of the taste of her, acidic and lovely. He’d palmed himself in the dark of night too many times to count, re-imagining the moments she hung up her inhibitions for him. He wanted her more than he could bring himself to admit.

He reached up and felt for the outline of her underwear. There was nothing. “No knickers?” he murmured against the warmth of her skin.

She shook her head, almost coy.

Chris pressed his lips to hers then. At first a light peck, the feeling of her lips against his was better than he remembered - better than anything he could possibly imagine - and he could not help drawing himself more closely to her. His hand carded through her hair, and when she opened his mouth for him, he groaned softly, ghosting his mouth above her own. They sat like that for a moment, staring at one another, measuring the depths of each other’s want before his tongue touched hers, and she eagerly gripped on the side of his shirt, pulling his body over her own. His feather touches on her thighs crept higher and higher until his fingers ghosted over her cunt. She canted her hips up, pleading silently, as his tongue ran over the top of her mouth, possessive and needy.

“What’s a matter, darlin’? No one touched you while I was away?” he teased. The Irish lilt drove her wild as it spread itself across the sensitive flesh of her neck.

Her nails dug into his side and Chris relished in the sting of it – at this something painful, that could also be nice. There was always a terrible, incessant part of him that wanted to know that things could still be nice.

She attempted to mold her form to his again, mewling from his curious lack of inattention. Chris grinned – nearly beamed – as if in wanting him, she was granting him some longed desired freedom. He knew her cunt ached for him; he felt the heat of it as his hand cascaded further up. Instead of touching her, he brushed lightly over her, grazing everywhere except the spots that would do anything for her. A protest finally rose up in her throat, but as Chris pushed the fabric of her skirt around her waist, whistling at the sight of her before him, it only came out as a weak sound instead. She looked at him, glassy eyed. Even in the dim lighting, he could see her glisten.

The alcohol made her pliant, but not incapable; whereas sober she probably wouldn’t let his curious eyes linger as long as they were, she allowed it now, slightly thrilled. The feeling ran up her spine when he brought fingers to her, spreading her puffy lips apart. She stifled a moan, gripping the edge of her couch, arching into his touch. With Chris, nothing ever managed to feel lewd; it felt like the most correct thing in the world, like he was drawing up a map and saying ‘this is where you are, this is where you belong, this is what you’re meant to do.’ It made her dizzy, how much she wanted him to merely touch her – not to mention how badly she wanted his cock, his tongue, anything at all. She wanted to tell him. To say: you could do anything you want with me. I’ll lie on the carpet, naked, let you look forever if you just keep looking at me like that, making me feel like this. Keep making me want you, just this much.

She didn't feel bad about it all—it made her feel strangely, inexplicably whole. Better because she didn’t love him, because she only liked him, and he only liked her, and yet they still wanted to touch one another like this, look at each other like that. She’d waited her whole life to feel that way.

“You’re mine,” he told her. The voice sounded as it came from deep within him, a place he didn’t rightly know existed until it did and he couldn’t help but reveal it. “Aren’t you? My girl, waiting for my fingers–” he circled over her opening, watching blurry eyed the way it closed around nothing “--waiting for my cock, wearing no knickers, hoping that I’ll what?” When they made eye contact, she found she never wanted to tear her eyes away from him again. He looked like he could devour her whole. “That I’d notice, fuck you soon as I seen you?”

He clicked his tongue, entering a single one of his thick fingers into her cunt. He tightened his jaw, watching the way it disappeared into the warmth of her. She was wet as hell. When she pushed at his shoulder, squirming a little beneath him, his lips curled up at the end into a small, genuine grin. He liked the way her face contorted, how she pushed even though she wanted more.

“That f–feels good,” she moaned.

“So fucking wet–” He entered another finger into her.

His nose once more rubbed along the smooth outline of her face. How badly he wanted to know the entire shape of her–to reach inside, extract a piece to take home. His fingers rubbed against the spongy top of her walls, and he measured the beat of her heart, the wavering of her breath, the ghost of her against his skin as he adjusted above her. His other hand grazed beneath the fabric of her shirt, peeling it up.

As he hung his head, a shag of hair concealed his face. She pinned it back just as he licked just above her breast. Her body arched up towards his own and he groaned, pulling his now wet fingers out of her and gripping at her hip. He pinned her against him, knocked his nose against hers, before kissing her; he sucked at her bottom lip, ran his tongue over the back of her teeth.

Chris wanted her to make a mess of him, and to let him make a mess of her. He wanted her spread and wet, wanted to plunge his cock deeply inside of her, wanted to run his tongue over the creases between her legs, wanted to suck her clit, bite her nipples, to see her mouth around his cock, his fingers, wanted to watch her pupils dilate, her mouth form into a neat ‘o’, to hear the thud of her heart against his ear, a sound that would no doubt make his own heart beat quicker, and more happily than it had in months.

“Please,” she told him, and he couldn’t resist.

Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt and diligently began to undo them as he reached between their bodies to push down his slacks. As she moved the shirt down his arms, he caught her lips against own again.

“D’you have a condom?” he asked, urgent.

“Over there.“ She pointed to the drawer beside them. He kissed her again before leaning over and grabbing the pack out of the assortment of junk she had stored there.

His brows furrowed as he took one of the wrappers out of the pack. He tried not to think entirely much about the fact that there was empty space where others had been, and tore the end as she hooked her fingers beneath his underwear and drew them down around his hips.

Swallowing, he took himself in his hand. As he pinched the tip of the latex, she reached out, stilling his hands. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she was doing it. He watched with widened eyes as she put her mouth around the weeping tip of his cock, taking him slowly into the warmth of her mouth. His fingers gripped the back of the couch and he sucked in a shallow breath. “Jesus Mary���“ he uttered, face tinting red. Her eyes glanced up and he nearly shuddered; they were glassy, impish, delighted as she flattened her tongue on the underside of his cock, tracing the vein up.

He felt drunk when she hummed around him — everything going straight to his brain all of the sudden. What she could not put in her mouth, she stroked with her hand. Chris could not peel his eyes from her. She’d done this before, of course, but never with so much self-possession. Saliva glistened on his cock and cornered the edges of her lips as she pulled back. He wanted to reach out, to touch her. To tell her good girl and watch the way the praise settled over her skin. But it all happened too quickly; she was already moving off of his cock before the words could come up. “

Now,” she told him, still holding him in her hand.

Chris understood; he nodded and adroitly peeled the condom over himself.

She laid back, spreading her legs apart to make room for him. He looked down at her, reverent, but still with the mind to be clever. “Mind me if I’m wrong, but I thought you women liked a bit of foreplay?” he joked, running his finger alongside her thigh.

Her lips mirrored his own. “This entire day’s been foreplay.” Her own fingers sprawled against his stomach, wrapping around his sides. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Like you said, I’ve wanted you to take me as soon as you saw me.”

It didn’t take much more convincing for him. His head dipped, his mouth on hers as he guided her back on the couch. She wrapped a leg around him, their tongues rolling against one another’s as he positioned himself over her. Even through the cotton of his undershirt, he could feel her pebbled nipples against his chest. He sighed, kissing at her jaw, her neck, leaving wet kisses over her collarbone. Reaching between her legs, he ran two fingers through her folds, testing how slick she was for him. He sucked hard on the skin over her breast—hard enough to leave a bruise—and hummed agreeably as she coated his fingers.

“My naughty, naughty American,” he delighted. He spread her folds apart with his fingers, rubbing over her core teasingly. She looked him in the eye, mouth parting to let mouth a silent moan.

Chris repositioned, replacing his fingers with his cock, rubbing the head of it through her folds. He went slack jawed with her as he teased the tip inside of her, stretching her entrance with the fat head of it. Her nails, which had been ghosting over his skin, dug in slightly. After a few moments, he pulled back out, much to both of their dismay.

“Don’t know if you’re wet enough,” he whispered against her lips, grinding his hips in an upward motion. She whined, pouting.

“I am,” she insisted.

“Not for me,” he replied, his hand reaching back between their bodies. He pressed two fingers inside of her, grinning as her brows drew together. “You’re mine,” he told her again, dragging his fingers along her walls. “You can fill yourself with whatever or whoever you like while I’m gone, but I want it to be known that this—“ he rubbed the top of her cunt, reaching a deep part of her that made her squirm. “—is mine. All fucking mine.”

She was intoxicated, the heady fumes of desire spreading out around them. He thrust his fingers inside of her, widening them apart to stretch her for him. Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she brought him down to kiss her. He did, parting from her only to cast his translucent eyes down to where he was touching her.

“Fuck, I’m wet enough, Chris,” she said murmured his lips, frustrated. He laughed.

“Not enough. Want you dripping,” he said back, a bit stern. She could see it, suddenly, the way she hadn’t ever been able to before: an etch of seriousness that told her he could be a somber man. She found it terribly attractive. She sucked at the end of his tongue.

“If you fuck me properly, I will be,” she retorted, drawing her fingers around his sides, up to his back. She traced alongside his spine.

He scoffed, though she could see in his eyes he liked the teasing.

“You’re not being very nice to me. Don’t know if I should.” They both watched as he dragged his wet fingers up to her puffy clit. He traced wide, light circles around it. She held her breath, drawing her legs up involuntarily for him.

“You’re clenching around nothing, baby. What a pity.”

“Chris—“ she breathed out. “Chris.”

“Yes, that’ll do,” he nodded in approval, righting himself over her again. He applied more pressure on her clit.

“My pretty-“ Chris took himself in his hand again, lining his cock over her entrance, “-pretty girl all worked up.” He shook his head as if chiding, before thrusting his hips forward slowly. His eyes followed his cock as it disappeared into her, her cunt stretching beautifully around him. She was a goddess, laid out before him, wanting and waiting. Despite his desire for all of her, he thrilled at the slow taking of her. He was savoring it, remembering the tightness of her cunt, allowing the curve of her nails to embed themselves into his mind as well as his skin.

When he found himself fully seated inside of her, he turned his head, kissing the side of her lips, his eyelids, her nose. She pulsated around him. “You feel so tight,” he told her, gradually pulling out, only enough to feel the squeeze of her around him without losing too much of the warmth. He nearly sighed in contentment as he moved back inside.

She was already flush and warm all over from the alcohol in her system, and the feel of him inside of her felt less like an intrusion, as much as it did a missing piece to a lifelong puzzle. His cock was better than his fingers, thicker, longer, going deep as he grinded his hips down into hers. Impatient, she told him, “Faster.”

He huffed out a laugh, but obeyed, drawing up more quickly this time, pressing into her with more intent. She bit back a moan as she felt the plunge of him inside of her. Her knees went higher, something he encouraged by hooking one of them around his arm and thrusting roughly inside of her.

“Fuck, like that,” she moaned, nodding as he went impossibly deep inside of her then. She felt herself grow wetter—could hear it too, the slap of their bodies growing nosier the more intense he grew with his thrusts. It was no longer an issue for him to slide in; her body beckoned him, made all the room so he could seat himself closer and closer to her core.

Chris began to whimper as his thrusts grew more erratic. The pendant on his necklace swung as he watched the way his cock entered her, hitting her in the face as he pushed inside. Her tongue latched onto it, drawing the cool metal into her mouth. When he looked back at her, his eyes were full of unadulterated want. He shuddered, his hands falling over the back of her shoulders, attempting to draw her closer than she already was. She felt the fabric of his undershirt against her sensitive nipples, felt the drag of his pubic bone against her clit as he worked himself inside of her; he was all around her, hot, tangible, lovely, human. Hers.

His fingers wrapped tightly around her shoulders, almost with a bruising intensity, as he began to twitch inside of her. She looked him in the eyes, nodding, urging. He came then, the warmth of his seed inside of her making her gasp, even through the latex of the condom. Her arms wrapped around him, and she panted, smiling.

Pressing a kiss to her breast, he steadied his breathing. She brushed her fingers through his unruly hair, enjoying the faint tickle of his mustache against her skin.

“I’m still gonna make you cum,” he promised, cupping his hand around one of her breasts. They adjusted, so that he tucked himself beside her on the couch, their legs intertwining. His touch was curious more than attentive, the tips of his fingers caressing her warm flesh.

“We’ve got all night.”

“I know,” he smiled, licking behind her ear. Her eyes shut closed, and she pressed away the thoughts that this was not friendly. The alcohol made her feel pleasant, warm, and she did not care.

“Gonna make you cum a lot, my American,” he murmured, biting her earlobe.

She kissed him softly and he returned the kiss in kind, resting a hand on her cheek. He wanted to tell her something terribly romantic, to confess that he liked her quite a lot, that he enjoyed being here more than she would know. But Ireland was such a quiet, fearful place and the IRA had made him wearier than ever; it was best to say nothing than to say too much. It was better to show. His hand drew up between her legs, his eyes glimmering as he pulled away from her.

I want to know all you, said the line he traced up her thigh.

Alright, she consented, parting her legs for him.

[kmp-modernfurniture]

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Some of the best hidden treasures for the home are discovered in thrift stores—an irrefutable fact acknowledged by interior designers and home decorators alike. Thrifting has always been a beloved hobby, but it's seen a resurgence (and even become trendy) in the last decade, with everything from vintage lamps to secondhand sofas being happily towed into people’s abodes. Its rise in popularity makes sense—thrifting is a sustainable and often affordable practice where you can find truly unique pieces. So it's no surprise that, in 2025, thrift shopping shows no sign of slowing down. Ahead, we spoke to interior designers and got their takes on which home goods will fly off the shelves in thrift stores this year, from midcentury modern chairs to dainty drinkware and more. Crystal and Glass Lighting DmyTo / Getty While glinting, jewelry-like lighting may feel like a thing of the past, Kate Pearce, an interior stylist and owner of Kate Pearce Vintage, has seen a renewed interest in tiered, crystal chandeliers—which she says are easy to find secondhand. “Along those same lines, Murano glass—and just French and Italian-inspired crystal and glass lighting in general—are going to be picked off the shelves super quickly this year,” she says. Pearce notes that this desire for shine stems from a trend toward artisanal pieces—a reaction against mass-produced items that people have been seeing more and more of in big-box stores. Maximalist Chairs Getty / kolderal Thrift stores are often home to chairs with more personality and craftsmanship. In 2025, interior designer Allison Prior anticipates that shoppers will take advantage of this unique stock. “As homes lean into ‘more-is-more’ decorating personalities, we'll be looking for interesting chairs to give a dining table a new look or an accent chair that can be reupholstered,” she says. “I also love an upholstered stool or bench for mobility while entertaining—these are a great haul for a vintage or thrift supplier.” Drink tables also add visual interest to a space, Prior notes—and make a great accompaniment to eclectic seats. “I always have my eye out for these gems when I'm thrifting!” she says. Midcentury Modern Pieces Getty / Aleksandr Zubkov Along with maximalist seats, midcentury modern chairs will continue to be popular. “Their clean lines are highly versatile and have a sense of history and craftsmanship that mass-produced chairs often lack,” says interior designer Stephanie Perez, echoing Pearce’s earlier sentiment. Perez specifically predicts a rise in the popularity of Scandinavian design from the 1950s and '70s. “Vintage Swedish pieces are gaining traction for their minimalist elegance and light wood tones—especially in pieces like armoires, credenzas, and lighting,” she says. Copper Cookware Craig John Photography Colorful pots and pans stepped into the spotlight in recent years, and they'll stay there in 2025. “It's going to be very hard to find copper on the thrift store shelves this year, especially copper cookware,” says Pearce. “From modern to traditional kitchens, copper has been on display from coast to coast.” The allure has lasted thanks in some part to copper's natural contrast with the black-and-white tones often seen in contemporary spaces. “I think copper adds some really beautiful warmth to a kitchen and also allows people to play around with mixing metals without really committing,” Pearce adds. Playful Drinkware Bill Boch / Getty Images Tableware that doubles as décor has been a huge focus in interiors, and thrift stores are a perfect place to make that vision a reality. “Pretty drinkware is a fun way to spruce up a tablescape, so keep your eye out for crystal stemware and serving bowls,” Prior says.  Features like scalloped edges, colorful glass, and ribbed surfaces add special shine to dinner parties, or even while on display in a hutch—and are easy to find vintage or secondhand. Decorative Ceramics Getty / Catherine McQueen Ceramics are another dinnerware staple that can transform into artwork when displayed in unconventional ways. “I often go thrifting for tableware like decorative pottery and handmade ceramics,” says Perez. “I love the artisanal and unique nature of painted plates, tureens, and mugs.”  In particular, she’s noticing that Spanish Fajalauza tableware is on the rise, coveted for its bold primary hues and artistic patterns. “People are finding fun ways to display them on their walls,” she says. Quilts and Fiber Art cenglanddesigns / Getty Quilts are an age-old craft that's regaining appreciation, bringing cozy texture and punchy hues into the home. “People are really starting to rebel against mass production, and nothing signals this more than a homemade quilt,” Pearce says. “[They] allow people to play around with color and pattern—both things that are surging in popularity—without having to buy a yellow sofa or splurge on wallpaper.” Fiber arts in general will follow this revival—Prior says that people are loving tablecloths for the same reason. You can always get creative with these textiles, too, whether you use them for their intended purpose or hang them up on a wall and transform them into tapestries.  Wicker and Rattan Getty / Isabel Pavia Some classics never lose their luster, a point that savvy thrifters will prove once again this year. “Wicker and rattan furniture, like dining chairs, mirrors, and storage pieces, will likely be a favorite, as natural textures add warmth and a lived-in charm to any space,” Perez says. The earthy material, traditionally made from palm trees, is durable and long-lasting. As with other thrifted items, people are drawn to its craftsmanship; the material's intricate weaving and lacy patterns will only continue to have shoppers smitten. '70s and '80s Décor Getty / imaginima Yearning for a blast from the past? You’ll want to get to thrift stores before everyone else snags the pieces that remind you of your childhood. “I think we lean toward nostalgia, so we look for eras that are meaningful to our parents and grandparents,” Prior says. “I was a kid in the ‘80s and those natural wood tones, brass finishes, and cottagecore patterns always jump out at me.” Perez also notes that ‘70s aesthetics—with their warm tones and curvilinear forms—are also gaining traction, resonating with today's penchant for cozy interiors. “Franco Albini-style bamboo mirrors from the '70s in particular are on trend at the moment,” she says. Picture Frames Getty / Witthaya Prasongsin New picture frames often ring in at double the price—or even more—than those you can find at a local thrift store. Plus, thrifted frames have extra charm, with decades-old designs and unique shapes. For Prior, these are at the top of her list. “Mixing old with new is a core value for my design projects—we love to build character in our spaces with personal heirlooms playing off newness,” she says. “A treasured family photo gets that much cooler if it's in a vintage wood frame spray-painted gold.”  Coffee Table Books In an era where people are going increasingly digital, having actual books in the home can make a room feel more grounded and timeless. And vintage coffee table books are a perennial favorite among thrifters, according to Perez.  “I often gravitate toward interior design books and have an ever-growing collection on favorite topics ranging from art and fashion to travel and architecture,” she says. “They provide a sophisticated and personal way to showcase your interests and are perfect for layering throughout your home.” Vintage Table Lamps Getty Images “Vintage table lamps featuring sculptural or hand-painted bases paired with pleated or scalloped lampshades are also likely to be sought after," says Perez. "They bring a lot of character to your home, while also providing functionality." For a custom look, you can always buy a table lamp for its base, and swap out the lampshade for something more your style. Source link

[shelyold]

Some of the best hidden treasures for the home are discovered in thrift stores—an irrefutable fact acknowledged by interior designers and home decorators alike. Thrifting has always been a beloved hobby, but it's seen a resurgence (and even become trendy) in the last decade, with everything from vintage lamps to secondhand sofas being happily towed into people’s abodes. Its rise in popularity makes sense—thrifting is a sustainable and often affordable practice where you can find truly unique pieces. So it's no surprise that, in 2025, thrift shopping shows no sign of slowing down. Ahead, we spoke to interior designers and got their takes on which home goods will fly off the shelves in thrift stores this year, from midcentury modern chairs to dainty drinkware and more. Crystal and Glass Lighting DmyTo / Getty While glinting, jewelry-like lighting may feel like a thing of the past, Kate Pearce, an interior stylist and owner of Kate Pearce Vintage, has seen a renewed interest in tiered, crystal chandeliers—which she says are easy to find secondhand. “Along those same lines, Murano glass—and just French and Italian-inspired crystal and glass lighting in general—are going to be picked off the shelves super quickly this year,” she says. Pearce notes that this desire for shine stems from a trend toward artisanal pieces—a reaction against mass-produced items that people have been seeing more and more of in big-box stores. Maximalist Chairs Getty / kolderal Thrift stores are often home to chairs with more personality and craftsmanship. In 2025, interior designer Allison Prior anticipates that shoppers will take advantage of this unique stock. “As homes lean into ‘more-is-more’ decorating personalities, we'll be looking for interesting chairs to give a dining table a new look or an accent chair that can be reupholstered,” she says. “I also love an upholstered stool or bench for mobility while entertaining—these are a great haul for a vintage or thrift supplier.” Drink tables also add visual interest to a space, Prior notes—and make a great accompaniment to eclectic seats. “I always have my eye out for these gems when I'm thrifting!” she says. Midcentury Modern Pieces Getty / Aleksandr Zubkov Along with maximalist seats, midcentury modern chairs will continue to be popular. “Their clean lines are highly versatile and have a sense of history and craftsmanship that mass-produced chairs often lack,” says interior designer Stephanie Perez, echoing Pearce’s earlier sentiment. Perez specifically predicts a rise in the popularity of Scandinavian design from the 1950s and '70s. “Vintage Swedish pieces are gaining traction for their minimalist elegance and light wood tones—especially in pieces like armoires, credenzas, and lighting,” she says. Copper Cookware Craig John Photography Colorful pots and pans stepped into the spotlight in recent years, and they'll stay there in 2025. “It's going to be very hard to find copper on the thrift store shelves this year, especially copper cookware,” says Pearce. “From modern to traditional kitchens, copper has been on display from coast to coast.” The allure has lasted thanks in some part to copper's natural contrast with the black-and-white tones often seen in contemporary spaces. “I think copper adds some really beautiful warmth to a kitchen and also allows people to play around with mixing metals without really committing,” Pearce adds. Playful Drinkware Bill Boch / Getty Images Tableware that doubles as décor has been a huge focus in interiors, and thrift stores are a perfect place to make that vision a reality. “Pretty drinkware is a fun way to spruce up a tablescape, so keep your eye out for crystal stemware and serving bowls,” Prior says.  Features like scalloped edges, colorful glass, and ribbed surfaces add special shine to dinner parties, or even while on display in a hutch—and are easy to find vintage or secondhand. Decorative Ceramics Getty / Catherine McQueen Ceramics are another dinnerware staple that can transform into artwork when displayed in unconventional ways. “I often go thrifting for tableware like decorative pottery and handmade ceramics,” says Perez. “I love the artisanal and unique nature of painted plates, tureens, and mugs.”  In particular, she’s noticing that Spanish Fajalauza tableware is on the rise, coveted for its bold primary hues and artistic patterns. “People are finding fun ways to display them on their walls,” she says. Quilts and Fiber Art cenglanddesigns / Getty Quilts are an age-old craft that's regaining appreciation, bringing cozy texture and punchy hues into the home. “People are really starting to rebel against mass production, and nothing signals this more than a homemade quilt,” Pearce says. “[They] allow people to play around with color and pattern—both things that are surging in popularity—without having to buy a yellow sofa or splurge on wallpaper.” Fiber arts in general will follow this revival—Prior says that people are loving tablecloths for the same reason. You can always get creative with these textiles, too, whether you use them for their intended purpose or hang them up on a wall and transform them into tapestries.  Wicker and Rattan Getty / Isabel Pavia Some classics never lose their luster, a point that savvy thrifters will prove once again this year. “Wicker and rattan furniture, like dining chairs, mirrors, and storage pieces, will likely be a favorite, as natural textures add warmth and a lived-in charm to any space,” Perez says. The earthy material, traditionally made from palm trees, is durable and long-lasting. As with other thrifted items, people are drawn to its craftsmanship; the material's intricate weaving and lacy patterns will only continue to have shoppers smitten. '70s and '80s Décor Getty / imaginima Yearning for a blast from the past? You’ll want to get to thrift stores before everyone else snags the pieces that remind you of your childhood. “I think we lean toward nostalgia, so we look for eras that are meaningful to our parents and grandparents,” Prior says. “I was a kid in the ‘80s and those natural wood tones, brass finishes, and cottagecore patterns always jump out at me.” Perez also notes that ‘70s aesthetics—with their warm tones and curvilinear forms—are also gaining traction, resonating with today's penchant for cozy interiors. “Franco Albini-style bamboo mirrors from the '70s in particular are on trend at the moment,” she says. Picture Frames Getty / Witthaya Prasongsin New picture frames often ring in at double the price—or even more—than those you can find at a local thrift store. Plus, thrifted frames have extra charm, with decades-old designs and unique shapes. For Prior, these are at the top of her list. “Mixing old with new is a core value for my design projects—we love to build character in our spaces with personal heirlooms playing off newness,” she says. “A treasured family photo gets that much cooler if it's in a vintage wood frame spray-painted gold.”  Coffee Table Books In an era where people are going increasingly digital, having actual books in the home can make a room feel more grounded and timeless. And vintage coffee table books are a perennial favorite among thrifters, according to Perez.  “I often gravitate toward interior design books and have an ever-growing collection on favorite topics ranging from art and fashion to travel and architecture,” she says. “They provide a sophisticated and personal way to showcase your interests and are perfect for layering throughout your home.” Vintage Table Lamps Getty Images “Vintage table lamps featuring sculptural or hand-painted bases paired with pleated or scalloped lampshades are also likely to be sought after," says Perez. "They bring a lot of character to your home, while also providing functionality." For a custom look, you can always buy a table lamp for its base, and swap out the lampshade for something more your style. Source link

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Level Up Your Living Room with These 10 Luxury Sofa Brands ✨

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Ready to give your living room the royal treatment? These luxury sofa brands are the epitome of comfort, style, and craftsmanship:

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Minotti: Sophisticated and elegant sofas with a focus on quality materials.

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