#custom metal kitchen hood

[wholesalewoodhoods]

Shiplap Wood Hoods

Transform your kitchen with the timeless elegance of Shiplap Wood Hoods. Crafted to perfection, these hoods marry rustic charm with modern design. Elevate your culinary space with a statement piece that captures attention and enhances the overall aesthetic. Experience the fusion of style and functionality in your kitchen. Visit: https://wholesalewoodhoods.com/

[made-to-order]

We believe installing a custom copper range hoods in a kitchen is great way for adding extra value to the property. The handmade metal range hood can be used as decorative appliance as well as functioning kitchen equipment venting air from inside of home outside. In our store we have over hundred different range hood designs. All of them are available in all standard sizes. If your kitchen is taller than average we can manufacture your tall custom copper range hood in any other height. By working closely with your designer we are going to contribute to the reconstruction project by customizing our output. Either our stuff can come up with the best range hood solution for your kitchen or you architect drawings are welcome. We would used them for our production order once the content has been translated to Spanish. In fact, our hood factory is located down South of the border in state of Michoacan which is one of the most colonial style parts of the country. No doubt our custom made kitchen range hood styling is heavily influenced by Spanish heritage of the region. Despite that we were working in the past of custom copper range hoods with more modern look. They were both wall and central island versions. Occasionally, modern copper range hoods were produced from smooth metal instead of hammered and finished with light color or honey patina. On some other occasion, we personalized the hood and hand polished part of it. The apron was made in color resembling US penny and the rest of the range hood rustic dark. By designing the hood that way part of it was matching copper counter installed in the kitchen and the shiny elements corresponded with bras knobs and trims of the kitchen stove it was venting.

[mycustomcopper]

In a world where mass production reigns supreme, a hand-made vent hood stands out like a rare gem. Each curve, and every detail, is crafted with precision and care, making your kitchen truly one-of-a-kind. It's more than an appliance; it's a testament to the artistry of the hands that shaped it. When you invest in a hand-made vent hood, you're not just buying an extractor; you're acquiring a piece of craftsmanship that will stand the test of time. Why settle for the mundane when you can have the extraordinary? A custom-made extractor is the pinnacle of personalization. Tailored to fit your kitchen's unique personality, these hoods are as much a reflection of your style as they are functional. So, whether you prefer the sleek and modern or the rustic and vintage, a custom-made extractor ensures your kitchen breathes in your essence. Enter the brass kitchen range hood - the crown jewel of your culinary kingdom. Brass appliances are the epitome of sophistication, adding a touch of timeless elegance to your cooking space. Easy to maintain and a breeze to clean, a brass range hood not only elevates your kitchen's aesthetic but also promises durability that withstands the test of time.

[goddamndesign]

Great Room Kitchen in San Francisco Photo of a sizable open concept transitional kitchen in a u-shape with a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white backsplash, stone slab backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and an island.

[passionoverfashion]

Great Room in New York

Open concept kitchen - large transitional l-shaped light wood floor and beige floor open concept kitchen idea with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, light wood cabinets, marble countertops, white backsplash, marble backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and white countertops

[xbabyjah]

Kitchen Dining New York Large transitional u-shaped porcelain tile eat-in kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, quartzite countertops, gray backsplash, ceramic backsplash, paneled appliances, an island and blue cabinets

[sivangifs]

Kitchen Chicago

A picture of a mid-sized transitional u-shaped kitchen with a brown floor and medium tone wood cabinets, an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, wood worktops, and a white or stone slab backsplash, as well as stainless steel appliances, an island, and brown counters.

[batty4u]

Great Room - Transitional Kitchen Large transitional u-shaped dark wood floor and brown floor open concept kitchen photo with a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white backsplash, stone slab backsplash, stainless steel appliances and an island

[f-yeah-nutella]

Kitchen Enclosed in Portland Small 1950s u-shaped light wood floor enclosed kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, quartzite countertops, black backsplash, ceramic backsplash and stainless steel appliances

[coeurderoche]

Kitchen - Dining Large transitional u-shaped porcelain tile eat-in kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, light wood cabinets, quartzite countertops, gray backsplash, ceramic backsplash, paneled appliances and an island

[green-butterfly-writes]

Little Thief

Part 2 Part 3

this is from Jason's perspective, but the next part will be a more standard 'x reader' fic. the reader is a fox, in case that isn't clear. there will be more parts soon, I promise. the yandere is a bit slow burn-y with this story.

I'm Dyslexic, and don't have a beta, so spelling mistakes are likely.

“What do you mean something happened? We’ve got all the guys pinned down over here!”

“Red hood, who took it?”

“That— it’s fine don’t worry about it, I’ll get it back”

“Red-“ *click*

Red Hood disconnected his com, before creeping closer to the small fuzz ball.

“Nowhere to run you little thief. Just give it back,” he bit out, while reaching for the flash drive in the foxes’ mouth. The fox was not happy, being trapped in an alley with a large man blocking the only exit, but it wasn’t as unhappy as one would expect, looking more annoyed than scared. 

Red Hood continued his slow approach until the flash drive was finally in arm’s reach, his hand shooting out to grab it, only for the little fox to dodge and dive right under a large green dumpster. It emerged a moment later— without the flash drive.

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!! I NEED THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!” Red Hood shouted, already realizing he’d need to move the whole dumpster to get the drive back. The fox sat in front of the dumpster, staring him down with a blank expression. It brought one of its front paws up to point at the metallic back door stapled into a wall of the alley. Red hood paused. That door led to the back entrance of a restaurant, he recalled to himself, did it want food? The fox sighed with such an attitude its full body sagged a bit, before pointing to the dumpster, and back to the door.

“A trade then…” Red Hood translated hesitantly, and the little red fox perked up with excitement, “I’ll get you some food and you’ll give me back my flash drive?” The fox nodded enthusiastically. 

Red Hood sighed, before walking around the building and into the generic burger chain before him. He was greeted with abused plastic tables, torn red booth seats, a singular front end worker who looked like he lost his will to live years ago, and a strong stench of weed radiating from the kitchen area.

“Welcome valued customer, how may I serve you,” the worker droned out. Red Hood looked up at the menu plastered on the wall above the dead eyed boy at the register. ‘What do foxes even eat? They eat chicken, right? There are a few chicken options… the chicken sandwich has vegetables on it… vegetables are good, right?’ Ya, he’s going with that. “Can I get a regular chicken sandwich and cheeseburger with fries?”

Once he had the food, he returned to the dumpster where the little fox sat expectantly with the black flash drive hanging from its mouth. Red hood approached, sandwich in hand, and this time the fox didn’t run. He placed the sandwich at the fox’s paws, and held out his hand, where the fox delicately placed the drive, before trotting away with its food.

*click* “I got it back”

The coms immediately flooded with admonishments; for turning off his com, for not telling them what happened, for disappearing for ten minutes without explanation, among other things. He listened without comment, much more focused on his surprisingly delicious burger.

A week later he found a familiar looking fox dumpster diving along his patrol route, and decided to give it some fries during his break.

At a certain point sharing his mid-patrol meal with the little fox had become a daily occurrence for the Red Hood. He found its presence soothing, the way it chirped in excitement adorable, and the few times it would let him run his gloved hand down its back were the highlight of his week. 

The fox was currently resting near him on the roof, devouring a box of chicken nuggets, while he reread some case files on his phone. The penguin was up to something — one of the goons that was apprehended last week had slipped up and mentioned a ‘secret shipment’, and then promptly died in his cell before he could be questioned. 

There was other suspicious activity too; he had been spotted with Twoface several times over the past week and a half, his underlings were more on edge than usual, and he had been quieter lately. He was planning something. Something big. But nobody could figure out what. There just wasn’t enough evidence.

Exasperated, Red Hood turned to the joyous little fox beside him.

“You know anything about what the penguins planin’, little fox?” He chuckled into the thought, not really expecting an answer of any sort. If he didn’t know, how could his little friend? 

However, and much to his surprise, the little fox leapt from its spot, and pranced over to the opposite corner of the roof, before looking over its shoulder. Getting the message, Red Hood grabbed all the trash from their meal and followed. The fox led them from rooftop to rooftop, down back alleys, and between cars, before finally reaching an office building. It was a newer construction (relatively speaking) and bustling regardless of the time of day. It housed several different businesses, ranging wildly in specialty. “You're sure it’s here?” The fox nodded, “you know which one?” The fox shook its head, “well thanks for the lead, little guy,” the fox smiled as Red Hood ruffled the fur between its ears. He was already dreading telling the others he got a tip from a fox of all things… unless, of course, he didn’t. Plan formulating in his mind, he returned to his patrol, satisfied.

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well, that's all for now, please let me know what you think! my ask box is open, and I'd love to hear from you 💚

[wholesalewoodhoods]

Transform Your Kitchen with Tapered Wood Hoods

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[metanoiastudies]

Orlando Open Family Room Transitional open concept light wood floor, brown floor and tray ceiling game room photo with white walls and a stone fireplace

[felixandresims]

As promised last month I was working on a petit Kitchen Set for my Chateau Collection. The main inspiration came from my favorite Youtubers 'How to renovate a Chateau ( without killing your Partner) and a few other Provence Kitchens:).

You will get counters plus an accent counter with drawers. The island is made of three pieces: a middle and two endings and it is not made for sitting - different style different concept :). I also created closed cabinets, fridge nooks plus open shelf units for an extra clutter moment. The counters and island pieces have three different countertop options in white marble, black granite, and butcher's block style, the base comes in 12 colors with either gold or silver metal hardware. Matching the counters this set includes two sinks.

I think my favorite piece I made for this part is the two-tile Lacanche range cooker, you will also get a single-tile version too and it comes in 25 colors.

You can customize your kitchen further with a stove hood and tiled walls.

This is not the end of this kitchen yet, I got very inspired and will continue with it next month:)

This Set is on Early Access now and you can find it here

Have a wonderful day,

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I live in Bergen County, NJ, however, I only went to Demarest a couple times in HS for football games, where this home is located. It's an ordinary looking 1977 home, 4bds, 2ba. Surprisingly, it was priced at $1.04M and was reduced to $999K. Why is it so pricey? Gold. Most of the rooms have either gold or marble. Check it out.

Built and designed by its owner, the house has custom woodwork and features a touch of gold in nearly every room. It's on the cabinetry, light fixtures, door handles, fireplace, and along the walls — also in both the artistry of the wood and the marble walls and floors.

I guess it's b/c of the photos, but I can't tell which is wood and which is gold. Are those gold strips on the fireplace or wood? I think wood.

It's surprising that such an elegant home doesn't have a formal dining room. It does have a chandelier in the kitchen, though. Let's play Spot the Gold.

I like the big blue island and matching range hood. I see gold on the backsplash, cabinet handles and lights.

Gold stools. But, the thing is, it's not real gold. It's gold toned metal.

This is an open concept family room and kitchen.

Again, I can't tell if those strips are gold or wood. I'm gonna say that they're gold. Maybe.

In this bedroom there is no gold. The closet handles are black.

The price also includes all the marble. Marble on the floor and tub. Wow, look at the blue piece. And, check out the fancy toilet with the gold design. There's also a gold strip around the shower.

More blue marble on the wall.

This is the largest secondary bedroom. The bedrooms aren't very big in this house.

This one is very small.

By $1M home standards, the primary bedroom isn't that big, either. And, there's no marble or gold. There's a regular door to the yard.

This really isn't that big.

It does have a walk-in closet.

The en-suite is just a small shower room with marble and some gold accents. The toilet's different. I like the design b/c I hate having to clean around regular toilets with all those indents and crevices.

Small patio, nothing spectacular, but it is fenced for privacy. Standard 3,920 sq ft lot. I don't even know if there's room for a pool, if the new owner wants one.

Narrow path along the side of the house.

One car garage. I'm glad that they reduced it by $41K, but now it's $999K. Demarest's median home price is $1.7M, but

by comparison, this one is $750K. It has 4bds and 3ba.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/10-Christie-St-Demarest-NJ-07627/37869764_zpid/

[kentokrazy]

a/n: can't stop thinking about chef!nanami....

content warnings: sexual harassment, swearing, nanami is kind of a dick in this, xenophobia (this was written with a non japanese reader in mind as i'm not japanese!)

chef!nanami x afab!reader

plate number four

this is the day she dies.

shes sweating now, her heart is racing and the porcelain in her hand suddenly feels heavier than usual. each step closer to the swinging back doors is another step closer to the brink of death.

her life is flashing across her brain; christmas when she was six and got the barbie doll she had been dreaming about, easter with her grandma and hopping on a plane to japan to study.

when she swerves out of the way of a 6 platter serving tray she swears she can feel a slap across the face, but she knows that it's only the blood rushing to her cheeks.

the arena is a chaotic organized mess. it's a 6 o'clock on a saturday night, meaning there isn't a single person that's running somewhere. the line cooks are steaming, flames licking up towards the hoods and almost burning their faces off. the butchers towards the back of the kitchen are throwing lamb chop after lamb chop down the line in spinning metal bowls. with one glimpse towards the pastry chefs, she doesn't even want to catch the eye of the unreliably calm rigid raven haired man whose back is turned towards the door and is deceivingly rolling another batch of fondant. her eyes glance around the table of sweets, desperate to catch a glimpse of the overgrown child that sneaks off with whatever accidental extra the chef makes, but to her luck she can't see him.

begrudgingly she threads the needle through the crowd of other wait staff towards the head chefs cocoon. her heart is pounding harder and harder, her ears beginning to ring as she draws closer to the blonde haired man.

his back is to her, wide shoulders strained as he spins the wok, stirring the vegetables rapidly with a pair of metal chopsticks, hat disregarded and hair falling.

the porcelain in her plate seems to get even heavier. the running juice of the steak dribbling over the rim onto her thumb. her mouth feels dry and just as she reaches the table separating them, she sees the flash of white hair from the corner of her eye.

she whips her head around and the second their eyes meet over his glasses, his unnaturally blue ones glance down to the plate and he immediately curves around away from her. her call for him his disregarded and he ducks admits the chaos, hands tucked into his pockets and she swears she can hear him whistling.

this plate has been sent back three other times. the first time, the customer complained it was well done and he asked for medium rare, then he said he said that it wasn't bloody enough. finally, again he said that the steak needed to be well done. the cut is expensive, she knows that, it's the most expensive one on the menu, and each time nanami has had to throw it out, angrier and angrier.

the sous chef notices her first, head jerking over his shoulder instinctively and then his eyes fall to the plate.

"no way," falls from his mouth immediately.

"what?" nanami's snaps.

"uh..,"

nanami glances over his shoulder and she flinches. the wok clatters against the wall and he whips around. "are you fucking kidding me?" he snaps. "give me the-," he yanks the plate out of her hands. sweat glides down his cheekbone and he glares at her, lips turned in contempt - as if this is her fault. "what's the problem now?"

she swears she can feel the white haired weasels prayers from across the kitchen.

"they said it..," she doesn't even want to finish the sentence. her blood pressure is so high she feels faint, her palms are sweating and she is going to fall straight into the knife rack behind her.

"they said what?" his tone is louder and again she flinches. behind him, his counterpart cringes in sympathy. "what the fuck did they say now?"

her mouth is dry. "they want it well done,"

the plate cracks then the contents of it are splattered across the ground by her feet. "are you fucking kidding me?" blood runs between his knuckles, the leafy greens and mashed potatoes are messy on the metal. she knows rationally she's not the source of this anger, of course she does, but when nanami's killer gaze is focused in on her and his anger is palpable she's counting her final days. "i didn't hire you to take the wrong fucking orders, are you messing with me?"

the accusation pangs in her gut. "no!" she retorts. "they keep changing it each time!" she defends. "i'm not the-,"

"jesus fucking christ- fine!" he slams the remnants of the plate on the table and she flinches again. nanami is not the biggest man in the kitchen by far, that goes to gojo but he is by the far the most intimidating when angry. his muscles are bulging, the veins are pulsing and his anger radiates off him like hot lava. "i'm not fucking changing it again, they better fucking eat it or don't bother coming-,"

"oi oi nanami," like an angel, he flies in despite having run away before. "don't abuse the wait staff it isn't her fault," he nods his head towards her and the anger is immediately directed towards the expeditor instead of her.

"i don't have time- get back here!" she's only a few feet away and she freezes. nanami's already got another plate done, he slams it on the metal tray over the mush of the late one. "get me another fucking kobe," he barks, voice resonating over the heat.

"yes chef!" is thrown back, but she can't see who shouts it.

she stands with clammy hands on the other side of the table, gojo leans against it, peering up at her over his glasses inquisitively.

he then grins widely at her and snaps his fingers. "have you taken your lunch?"

she can't answer because nanami slams a charred brick of steak onto the plate and her eyes nearly fall out of her head. it's as if he threw it straight into the flame, pieces of the meat crumbling off into the mashed potatoes.

"don't take that out," gojo tells her immediately.

"take it," nanami retorts.

"don't! nanamin-,"

"fucking take it, and tell them if they find anything wrong with it they can go to a different restaurant," he snaps.

"do not-," gojo goes to grab the plate but a knife lands between his fingers and he retracts. "woah! hey- have you lost your mind?" he asks.

nanami's glare is damaging enough that she vows to his whim and grabs the plate with shaky hands. she scurries away from the bickering men, tears brimming in her eyes and heart racing. she slides through the crowd easily, avoiding the eyes and glances from her coworkers while she retreats from the kitchen.

the problematic table is seated by the railing overlooking the ground floor of the dining room. they've been there for a few hours, downing sake and appetizers for the first two than finally ordering during the third. seven bottles down and the five business men have been the most difficult guests of the night.

the youngest one has been the most unwillingly. the one whose unhappy with each meal, consistently. he sits on the outer edge, eating the most out of the appetizers and drinking the most.

she lifts her tongue to the roof of her mouth and the tears in her eyes begin to waver, nowhere to go while she clears them up. with a forced and firm smile she approaches the table, hands trembling.

the business man straightens up as she approaches and the other men share glances.

"here is your, kobe cut and mash," she clears her throat and slides the plate without grace against the table in front of him, his glasses clattering together loudly.

there's an unnerving silence that follows and she can feel the tears beginning to burn the back of her eyes.

"what the hell is this?" he retorts. "i said, well done not burnt to a crisp," she pressed her lips together and the lump in her throat gets bigger. "did you go to the bathroom and shit this out? can you not understand?" he enunciates his pronunciation, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

finally, the one across from him retaliates. "hey, show some respect," there's a thud against the table and the younger one snaps his head towards the perpetrator. the one who spoke up is the nicest one at the table, sober and polite while she served them. he's got his sleeves rolled up and hair brushed back impatiently.

"she keeps getting my order wrong, it's not my fault," he snaps back. "take this shit back, i want our meal refunded," her heart drops and she feels like she's going to faint again.

yeah, she's going to die.

she takes the plate shakily, and as calmly as she can tips her head down going to scurry away when the next table flags her down.

it's a group of girls, all sharing a glance as she comes closer.

"can i help...,"

"knock it the fuck off," the man who chastised the difficult guest snaps suddenly.

"chill out, it's not everyday you see an ass like that in japan,"

the blood drains from her face and suddenly she understands the beckoning. the girls don't say anything, shifting uncomfortably in their seats while they give her a sympathetic glance.

he's been sending her back. each time, just to stare at her ass?

a wave of disgust, then violation and finally angers brews in her body. suddenly, her dress seems all the tighter and like shes a mouse running from a cat her heart is racing in her ears.

the plate in her hands almost slips from her grasp and she wordlessly hurried to the kitchen again. her face is hot, her anger is almost as bad as nanami's and her shame is irreparable.

this time she doesn't swerve out of the way for the exiting wait staff like she should, she barrages through and is looking around for gojo, plate shaking. to her surprise he's not loitering by the pastry's and again geto is deeply engrossed in the plate of cakes with a piping bag. she storms through the kitchen, no longer worried or fearful, instead with half the mind to walk out or cry in the freezer (again).

this time she slams the plate in the metal table and nanami doesn't glance at her, angrily stirring something in a pan.

"he wants the table's check refunded," she declares loudly. this catches his attention, he swivels around and the vein in his forehead is popping.

"what did you just say?" he demands loudly.

"he wants, the tables, check, refunded," she enunciates. he blinks back at her wildly and then she slides the plate towards him. "i'm not serving them, where's gojo,"

"why?" he snaps. "because he can't make up his mind? i'm not letting that happen, how the fuck does he want it? forget it, i'm not doing it, he can have that or order something else,"

"where's gojo,"

"why?" nanami retorts. "gojo's on break,"

"where is he?"

"i just said he's on break, what the hell is your problem?"

"i'm not serving them anymore," she declares. nanami's eyes brow raises and the vein in his forehead protrudes. besides him, she can see haibara's eyes flickering back and forth from his pan and to the pair. "get someone else to do it, i refuse," nanami's jaw clenches and the silence between them is sizzling.

"why?" he repeats.

"because he's only sending plates back to..," her shame suddenly bubbles back up and her anger dissipates slowly.

"because what?" he snaps, angry again.

"to stare at my ass," she says bluntly.

haibara's head swivels around and the silence is stone cold. she swallows the lump in her throat. "i came back with the steak and he then demanded the table's bill be covered by the restaurant and he then asked if i didn't understand his japanese and when i went to help another table i he...," nanami suddenly slams the pan on the metal table next to the burnt steak and wordlessly storms around. her eyes widen and again like an angel, gojo is chasing after him.

"nanami- nanami wait-," gojo calls. she's next to follow in the trail. for once, gojo is the voice of reason and nanami seems to be flying off the handle. unlike when she was making her way through, everyone parts like the red sea to let nanami through.

in the dining hall, nanami slaps the doors open so hard they smack against the walls loudly. his stride is dangerous, scanning the tables for the table.

"let me handle-," gojo tries to wrap an arm around nanami but it doesn't work, the elongated arm slipping off the head chefs shoulders as if greased.

"chef wai-," gojo's arm suddenly sticks out and blocks her way, planting himself between the blonde and the troublesome table.

the unhappy customer glances up at nanami unamused, sake in hand and eyebrows raised. "are you the-,"

"get out," nanami snaps.

"what?" he sputters.

"get out of my restaurant, if you're going to harass and make my staff uncomfortable, get out," he yanks the sake from the customer. "you want your bill waived? fine, consider it a parting gift, you and your friends aren't allowed back in here," he slams the sake on the table and the man stares up at him shocked. "now!" his voice echoes through the dining hall and the other patrons are watching, awestruck.

they all clamber out of the booth and scurry around nanami, the only one staying behind being the man who stood up for her earlier. he bows deeply

"please, let me pay," he says as he straightens up.

nanami, uninterested turns away from the man then snaps back. "get out of my restaurant," he snarls. then he storms back towards the swinging doors.