#copper tabletops

[mycustomcopper]

The modern rustic style is all about blending the new with the old, creating spaces that feel both contemporary and timeless. This design approach often features natural materials, neutral color palettes, and a mix of textures. In a modern rustic kitchen, you might find sleek stainless steel appliances paired with reclaimed wood cabinetry, or minimalist lighting fixtures hanging above a rustic farmhouse table. To achieve a modern rustic kitchen with vintage accents, focus on incorporating elements that offer functionality and aesthetic appeal. Think about adding open shelving with vintage glassware, using reclaimed wood for an island or countertop, or integrating antique hardware on modern cabinets. The key is to create a space that feels cohesive and balanced, where every element complements the overall design. A modern kitchen with vintage accents is a celebration of both past and present. It allows you to enjoy the best of both worlds, creating a space that is not only beautiful but also practical and inviting. So, whether you're renovating your current kitchen or designing a new one from scratch, consider the timeless appeal of vintage accents to create a truly unique and inspiring culinary space.

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Lastly, integrating a apron front copper sink into your kitchen island can elevate both the functionality and aesthetic appeal of your space. Farmhouse sinks are known for their deep basins and practical design, making them ideal for busy kitchens. When crafted from copper, these sinks not only offer practicality but also add a rustic charm that complements various kitchen styles. The warm tones of copper contrast beautifully with stone or granite countertops, creating a visually pleasing centerpiece. Furthermore, copper's natural antibacterial properties make it an excellent choice for a kitchen sink, ensuring a cleaner and healthier environment. By combining a farmhouse copper sink with other copper elements, such as a copper tabletop or hood, you can create a harmonious and dramatic kitchen design that is both timeless and contemporary.

[rusticahouse]

In the grand symphony of interior design, copper dining tables take center stage, effortlessly blending the warmth of rustic aesthetics with the cool sophistication of contemporary decor. It's a match made in design heaven, and the square tabletop only amplifies the drama. Picture this: a dining room adorned with sleek lines and geometric perfection. Enter the square handmade copper table, a beacon of elegance that transforms your space into a haven of modern charm. Gone are the days of conventional round tables – it's time to embrace the sharp angles and chic appeal of a square masterpiece. What's the secret behind the success of copper dining tables in rustic decor? It's the magical ability to seamlessly straddle two worlds – the rugged charm of the countryside and the polished sophistication of city living. The square copper tabletop becomes a canvas, reflecting the warm hues of rustic wooden accents while adding a touch of glamour with its reflective surface.

Imagine hosting a dinner party where your guests are not only treated to culinary delights but also to the visual feast that is your dining setup. The square copper table becomes the conversation starter, its gleaming surface inviting admiration and sparking lively discussions. Who knew furniture could be such a charismatic host? One of the perks of incorporating a Mexican copper table into your rustic dining room decor is its versatility. Pair it with wooden chairs for a cozy, cabin-like atmosphere, or go bold with modern seating options for an eclectic twist. The square shape encourages experimentation, allowing you to play with the juxtaposition of materials and styles. Whether you're a design maven or a casual admirer, consider the square copper table as your passport to a realm where style and substance coalesce, creating a dining experience that is nothing short of extraordinary. Cheers to the beauty of blending the old with the new, and here's to the square copper table – a true icon in the ever-evolving tapestry of interior design with Mexican style!

[hellastrangedice]

Umberlee ✨🌊 While most of my dice are inked using alcohol inks, the copper ink doesn't look right to me so paint it is.

These will be part of the next shop update ✨

[goatpaste]

🖌 your most emo oc please

mm i dont have a ton of emo ocs tbh! But! I do have this fella, Storm. He was apart of one of my old tabletop character, Bellarose's performing group. He was my lil buddy that filled out her character world

Allete Bellerose (harpy), shes not the greatest person after she felt herself above her monster heritage and left to life a rich and beautiful lifestyle. But has ended up in a failing local performing group.

Her and Crystal (dragonborn) are rune fencers and the main performers, Crystal once was a successful thief until she ran into Bellerose and failed to mug her. They later became friends and Crystal was taught all she knows about fencing from Bellerose

Storm (elf) is a little rich boy run away who after being put into an arranged marriage (which honestly he got along with his fiance and mostly just broke it off because he didnt want to be told what to do) and just short of literally joined the circus. He runs the promotional aspect of their business (poorly) as well as ticket booth but knows some close up magic tricks to fill in between Bellerose and Crystal's performances.

Copper (Dwarf) is just some old bag they managed to rope into their work as she no longer can get work anywhere else due to butting heads everywhere she goes. Just wanting to have things done her way. Now she does maintenance on their stage and other general needs as they arrive.

so all together their a rag tag team of hard headed idiots performing arts idiots who are a year away at most from going broke.

[haclif]

Hi everyone! I wanted to show you some monsters I've been doing for MorvoldPress' project: my takes on a Copper Dragon, a Marilith, and a Storm Giant.

You can get the full-resolution images for your own use on their Patreon patreon.com/morvoldpress

And you can commission me directly on my ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/haclif/commissions

Let me know what you think!

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[moonpastries]

new pc for a friend's campaign :]

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

I make claims to 67, 107, 133.....and sometimes 30 and 56....even though I feel creepy with family.

[mycustomcopper]

(via Mexican Copper in Interior Decor)

Moving on to the dining room, imagine sitting down to a meal with friends and family at a stunning copper tabletop. Copper tabletops are not only visually striking but also practical. They are highly durable and resistant to heat, making them perfect for both indoor and outdoor dining spaces. The reflective quality of copper adds a touch of luxury to your dining experience, making every meal feel special. Incorporating Mexican copper elements into your home, such as copper farmhouse sinks, copper vent hoods, copper tabletops, and copper backsplashes, can elevate your interior design to a whole new level. With its timeless appeal, durability, and versatility, copper offers both aesthetic beauty and functional benefits. Embrace the warmth of Mexican copper in your home, and watch as your living spaces come to life with the rustic charm and inviting allure of this magnificent metal.

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Metallic Features in your Patio

Your patio is not just an outdoor space; it’s an extension of your home, a sanctuary for relaxation, and an expression of your style. If you’re looking to elevate your patio experience and love rustic or industrial style, consider incorporating metallic features in your patio that add a touch of sophistication and timeless charm. In this blog post, we’ll explore the allure of copper, aluminum,…

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Hand-forged Iron Table Stands

You are wondering how you can add some old-world charm with subtle decor elements to your dining room or bedroom. Consider adding new pieces of furniture that are vintage or look antique, like our custom-made Mexican furnishings. Hand-forged iron table stands are a versatile and stylish addition to any home decor. Whether you’re looking to add a touch of modern, rustic, traditional Spanish, or…

[hellastrangedice]

Demolding some Umberlee inspired dice✨

It's been awhile since I did this design so I'm bringing it back. Love me some teal and copper.

Just pulled these this morning and in a few days I'll polish them up and ink them.

[vintagerpg]

Man I love Zargonians. They’re a line of die-cut heavy stock cardboard standees from Bearhug Enterprises. They launched a big line — 34 SKUs — in 1980 and then effectively disappeared from tabletop history. I learned about them a couple years ago because they were listed in a weird one-time tabletop distro catalog I have and when I went looking for them, I discovered Noble Knight had a mountain of sealed dead stock. Hooray!

This is Dragon Set A. Unlike the other sets, which have three duplicate sheets, this contains six unique standees in the line’s largest size. These are the Diamond, Red, Silver, Blue, Black and Copper Dragons (I think; I stupidly opened both Dragon sets and its hard to tell the metallic dragons apart now that they are mixed). I love the art, by James Mirick. It’s pretty crude, but has that old school amateur appeal that I still find so delicious. I like the fact that these don’t look anything like established D&D dragons, but that despite the simplicity of the design, they all have similar physiological characteristics that implies they are all related species. Good stuff.

[slippinmickeys]

Got a sort-of prompt on Twitter, and went with it:

“Daddy, what is war like?”

Mulder looks at his son across the Formica table. There are action figures standing at the ready amongst the silverware, salt and pepper shaker stand-ins for Bad Guys. It is just the two of them, Emily and Scully off shopping for back-to-school clothes.

“War is loud,” he says to his son. “And scary.”

The waitress comes by with their order, chipper and smiling, clanking down a short stack of pancakes in front of William, and an order of sausage Mulder will insist he eat for the protein. A Denver omelet for the gent and a refill of hot coffee, so thin and weak that Mulder is pretty sure it’s on its second trip through the filter—barely worth the $1.50 he’ll pay for it.

Mulder reaches forward to cut the pancakes for the first grader, reminds his son to lay the paper napkin over his lap. The boy pours far too much syrup onto the plate in front of him and it spreads over the side and onto the tabletop, leaving a quarter-sized circle of brown liquid goop that his father eyes warily. They will both be sticky by the time they return to their car.

“Did you kill people?”

Mulder is taken aback by the question and the forward way his son asks it.

“William?”

“Mommy says you shot people.”

Mulder breathes out, a little relieved. He takes a bite of his breakfast, chews.

“‘Shooting’ is another way of saying I take pictures,” he explains. “I never hurt anyone. I…I documented what happened during the war.”

“What’s ‘documented’ mean?”

His son takes a huge bite of pancake, and the raw, animal part of Mulder’s brain waits to see if the child will choke.

“It means I photographed things that happened. So that people remember how bad it was.”

William considers his answer thoughtfully. His hair is the same color as Scully’s but more wiry and thick. It grows out of the crown of his head like a copper helmet. It takes everything Mulder has not to constantly run his fingers through it.

“Will we go to war?” William asks matter-of-factly.

“No,” Mulder answers quickly. “No, bud, that won’t happen here.”

The green pepper in his food is crunchy and cut a little too big. He fishes a piece out from the pocket of his lower jaw with his tongue.

“Can you take a bite of sausage, please?” he instructs.

William makes a face, but complies.

“Emily says she wasn’t your first baby. That it died. Because of what happened in the war in Africa,” the boy says with his mouth full.

The bite of the omelet gets stuck in Mulder’s throat.

“Was it my brother or my sister?” William presses, blithely unaware of the emotional impropriety of his question.

Mulder is too stunned to speak for a moment. He had honestly never before considered the child he and Scully conceived in Africa as a sibling to his children, though of course it was.

“I don’t…we never…we don’t know.”

William has no idea the earthquake he has caused in his father, the tectonic plates that have shifted under the hardened crust of Mulder’s memory, of his heart.

“I think it was a boy like me,” William says innocently. He takes a drink of orange juice which leaves a watery mustache above his lip. The boy sets the plastic cup down on the table with conviction. “And I think war is bad.”

Mulder can only nod his agreement.

“If I finish my sausage, can we get ice cream later?” The child has already moved on though his words have left rippling eddies of feeling sloshing through his father’s pneuma, his declaration like a rock thrown into a pond.

Mulder’s eyes wander over the table, land on the kids menu which is smeared with the blue wax of a cheaply made crayon; a connect-the-dots dinosaur, an abandoned game of tic-tac-toe.

He finally finds his voice. “Yeah, we can get ice cream.”

William brightens, happily stuffs an entire link of sausage into his mouth.

The waitress swings by to check on them, tops off Mulder’s coffee without asking. Her apron has faded to the same eggshell white of the walls of 1055. There is a smear of berry jam on it that looks to Mulder, for a very long moment, like blood.

[wistfulweaverwoman]

Snippet from chapter six of The Apothecary’s Daughter:

The space on the mattress where Peeta slept is cold when I wake. He’d spent the entire night, as far as I can tell, facing the kitchen, his back to me, leaving me as much space as he could. There’s a bowl of congealing spiced porridge with fresh fruit and nuts on the work table, as well as a slice of cheese and chunk of that fermented sausage on a small plate. I swallow every bite mechanically and then wipe my dishes with a wash rag at the sink, setting them aside to dry.

Dust coats every surface in every room I’ve peeked into, excepting the kitchen. My skin and the back of my throat itch from the air. Having no employment or direction from Peeta I’m determined to scour every surface. After setting the kettles on the wood stove to heat water, I root out my oldest coveralls from my trunk and tie a kerchief over my unpinned braids. My work boots are not as well worn as my hunting boots were, but they’re comfortable enough. Everyone in Twelve has at least one pair of serviceable boots. No one is above hard work here, even Mage, who’s family employs servants to cook and clean.

There is running water at the sink, but cleaning just the hall and library takes me the better part of the day. Kneeling on the floor, scrubbing in circles, plunging my hand back in the bucket, wringing out the cloth. Over and over. It’s laborious work, but doesn't take much brain power. Try as I might to focus on the simple task of taking something filthy and making it clean, my mind wanders back to yesterday. I only break down completely twice, though, and only once am I overcome enough that I must halt completely in favor of burying my face into the crook of my elbow. Once I emerge the water has gone stone cold and I’m forced to boil more.

I consider putting away all books stacked on the table in the library but ultimately decide to leave them out as I am unsure if Peeta has plans to read them and simply shift them around to dust the tabletop.

Sometime in the late afternoon Peeta returns from whatever he’d been up to and prepares dinner.

Wet and sore I finally haul the bucket into the empty kitchen for the last time. A plate of food on the worktable greets me; a plate of eggs cooked with herbs and topped with goat cheese. Again the copper tub is steaming with water. The light is dim as the sun sets, but I don’t bother lighting a candle. There is a definite lack of hunger pangs, but I force myself to eat; the fear that I may not know when my next meal will be still lurks. I rush though my ablutions, dress for sleep, and slip into the far side of the bed, facing the wall, before Peeta returns.

It’s nearly dark when the door opens and shuts again. There are footsteps and then a heavy sigh. The mattress dips as he settles beside me. His breathing soft and the smell from his soap reaches my nose. It’s early to sleep, but I’m thoroughly exhausted and expect to fall asleep immediately.

I don’t.

The urge to roll over and press myself into Peeta’s side and bury my face in his neck is so strong that I feel queasy. Against my will, hot angry tears slip out from my eyes. I try to breathe as silently as possible but accidentally sniff when my nose starts to run. Peeta shifts closer to me. Close enough that I can feel the heat of him.

“Katniss?” he says, tentatively. “Is there anything I can do?” Surely he’s about to reach for me, place a large warm hand on my back and stoke it soothingly. Surely this will undo me. If he touches me, if I let him comfort me, I will be lost.

“Just tired,” I say, and sharply. As if to insinuate he’s bothering me. I grip the quilt with my fists as the gutted feeling returns, and clench my teeth to keep from sobbing.

“Sorry,” he says, softly. Sadly. His pain doubles my own. I remind myself that this is for the best, to cleave our attachment now, before-

He rolls away, his back now facing mine. I feel the absence of his warmth keenly.