#dowel furniture

[danikabishop]

Family Room Game Room in Philadelphia Example of a medium-sized, open-concept game room with white walls and no television in a beach-style aesthetic.

[jovaniclark]

Family Room Game Room in Philadelphia Example of a medium-sized, open-concept game room with white walls and no television in a beach-style aesthetic.

[skyrigel]

Simon doesn't do girlfriends. He's not hanging out or going on dates or buying you flowers or food or hairpins.

It's just...well he might accidentally stop by to get chinese takeouts and might see to buy shiny pin and other things you have saved in, and well, he just might think of you in everything he sees.

And god forbid a woman staying in his house ?! Taking over his clothes and frowning at the lack of furniture and pictures on wall and dull curtains.

No, that's absurd. But...well he might take you to ikea and might indulge in your ifs and buts and might get you something which makes your eyes glimmer and might take you home —to spend all evening assembling it, taking his time telling you how to turn allen key, the click of dowel, the wood quality, the torque of screws.

He might let you stay after and give him shoulder massage, might let you hold his face from behind and turn his neck to kiss him square on mouth.

He might buy frames for all the polaroids of you in his sweats, or stirring the pot, or looking at your laptop, and the one where you're draped on his shoulder might be the one he caresses with his thumb every so often.

He might go to that pottery place you gushed about and might sit behind you with his hands pressed onto yours and might make a ( heart shaped ?! ) cup with his and yours initials carved and baked and painted into the beautiful clumsy thing.

He might drink his morning coffee to whiskey in that cup only.

He might get a second key.

He might put those shampoos you smell so much of, in his cabinets.

He might change the dull curtains to your favourite colour.

He might just upside down his whole world for you to take a look around and smile.

And well Simon doesn't really do girlfriends, but he might just die if it's not your yapping he falls asleep to, with your hair poking his chin and gibberish of all day long ending to a soft sweet sigh — goodnight baby.

Masterlist

[rehauindia]

https://www.rehau.com/in-en/cams-dowels

Dowel hole and cams for accurate fittings of furniture to make cabinet assembly quick and easy. Furniture cabinet fittings for MDF, chipboard, and solid wood with REHAU.

[thejourneymanandco]

Carved Round Hardwood Wall Mounted Hooks

Handmade carved round wall mounted hooks made from solid Oak and Ash but can be made form Sapele, Beach, Walnut or many other timbers. The surface of the hooks is individually carved to give a unique textural surface that make them very tackle and visually interesting. The hooks have been made with sharp face edge and a chamfered rear edge to help guide place and remove items easily. They come finish in either raw, oil or burnt black they can be used and in room and are suitable for coats, bags, robes, coats and many other items or just as a decorative piece to add interest and texture to a space.

The hooks available in various diameters and can be made to any diameter. They have a sharp face edge and a chamfered rear edge to help guide place and remove items easily. They are very easily attached to a wall or door with the M6/M8 screw and wall plug (all fitting are supplied). Just drill a pilot hole for the universal wall plug, place the plug in the pilot hole. Then screw the fixing half way to the plug and screw the hook in to position on the remainder of the fixing. (note if fixing to a timber structure the wall plug isn't required).

The timber is a natural product and the grain, texture and colour may vary slightly. If you require a specific timber please let me know and I'll let you know what I have available.

Note: the listing is for single hook.

Please note I'm currently unable to send items to Germany as I am waiting on My Lucid registration to confirmed.

[baravaggio]

I don't think my oafish undelicate hands were made to work with 3.5 mm needles and lace weight cashmere merino

Okay fine I'll knit the sophie scarf 🚬(-_-)

[estera-shirin]

Plaque of female figure—Nimrud, Mesopotamia, 9th to 8th century BCE

According to the Met: "This piece was found in a storeroom at Fort Shalmaneser, a royal building at Nimrud that was probably used to store tribute and booty collected by the Assyrians while on military campaign. The fragmentary, rectangular plaque depicts a female figure with her head in profile facing right. She stands wearing a pleated, ankle-length garment that is fringed at the edges. Although her left arm is abraded, a floral stalk can still be seen held against her chest and may have originally extended in front of or over her left shoulder. The upper background behind the figure’s head does not survive. A circular hole drilled through the bottom of the robe suggests that the plaque was originally attached to a frame by means of a dowel and set into a piece of wooden furniture. The reverse has been roughened, probably to help glue join the surface of the plaque to the frame. Certain Egyptian features characteristic of Phoenician ivories, including the pleated garment and long, curly wig, are combined with facial features commonly found on North Syrian ivories such as the hooked nose, large eye, small mouth, full cheek, and receding chin. Because of this mixture of styles, this plaque has been classified as South Syrian, a style that occupies an intermediate place between the two.

Built by the Assyrian king Ashurnasirpal II, the palaces and storerooms of Nimrud housed thousands of pieces of carved ivory. Most of the ivories served as furniture inlays or small precious objects such as boxes. While some of them were carved in the same style as the large Assyrian reliefs lining the walls of the Northwest Palace, the majority of the ivories display images and styles related to the arts of North Syria and the Phoenician city-states. Phoenician style ivories are distinguished by their use of imagery related to Egyptian art, such as sphinxes and figures wearing pharaonic crowns, and the use of elaborate carving techniques such as openwork and colored glass inlay. North Syrian style ivories tend to depict stockier figures in more dynamic compositions, carved as solid plaques with fewer added decorative elements. However, some pieces do not fit easily into any of these three styles. Most of the ivories were probably collected by the Assyrian kings as tribute from vassal states, and as booty from conquered enemies, while some may have been manufactured in workshops at Nimrud. The ivory tusks that provided the raw material for these objects were almost certainly from African elephants, imported from lands south of Egypt, although elephants did inhabit several river valleys in Syria until they were hunted to extinction by the end of the eighth century B.C."

[victusinveritas]

Cut and pasted from a civil engineering group on Facebook:

A variety of common wood joints used in woodworking and carpentry. Let's break down some of these joints:

Simple Joints:

Butt Joint: The simplest joint, where two pieces of wood are simply butted together. Not very strong on its own, often reinforced with glue and screws.

Mitre Joint: Two pieces of wood are cut at a 45-degree angle and joined to form a 90-degree corner. Often used for picture frames and decorative elements.

Interlocking Joints:

Dovetail Joint: A strong joint used in drawers and boxes. Interlocking pins and tails create a very strong connection.

Half-Lap Joint: Two pieces of wood are overlapped, with a portion of each piece removed to create a flat surface for joining.

Mortise and Tenon Joint: A classic woodworking joint where a tenon (a projecting piece) on one piece fits into a mortise (a hole) in another. Strong and used in furniture and construction.

Scarf Joint: Two pieces of wood are cut at an angle and joined to create a longer piece. Used for lengthening boards.

Mechanical Joints:

Biscuit Joint: Thin, oval-shaped biscuits of compressed wood are inserted into slots cut into the joining pieces. Glue is then applied, and the pieces are clamped together.

Dowel Joint: Round wooden dowels are inserted into holes drilled in both pieces of wood, providing a strong mechanical connection.

Pocket Hole Joint: A specialized jig is used to drill angled holes into the edge of one piece of wood. Screws are driven into these holes to connect the pieces.

Other Joints:

Box Joint: A series of interlocking fingers create a very strong and visually appealing joint.

Dado Joint: A groove is cut into one piece of wood to receive the edge of another.

Bridle Joint: A variation of the mortise and tenon joint, with additional interlocking elements.

Rabbet Joint: A groove is cut into the edge of one piece of wood to receive the edge of another.

Tongue and Groove Joint: A tongue (a projecting piece) on one board fits into a groove in another. Commonly used in flooring and paneling.

Half-Dovetail Joint: A simplified version of the dovetail joint, often used for drawer boxes.

Key Considerations:

Strength: The strength of a joint depends on the type of joint, the wood species, the quality of the joinery, and the glue used.

Appearance: Some joints are more visually appealing than others, making them suitable for decorative purposes.

Application: The choice of joint depends on the intended use of the piece and the desired strength and appearance.

This image provides a valuable overview of the various wood joints used in woodworking and carpentry. Understanding these joints is crucial for any woodworker or DIY enthusiast.

[nickeverdeen]

Blanket and Tea | Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Pairings: Kate x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: Sickness

Summary: Working from home today you decide to get it over with while Kate is putting together a furniture, but when Kate notices somethin off about you she doesn’t let it get worse.

Ps: This is a bit shorter as I only came up with this in a bus so spare me, thank you

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The soft creak of a power drill and the occasional thud of wood echoed through the apartment, pulling you from your slumber. Rubbing your eyes, you shuffled out of the bedroom, the oversized hoodie you’d slept in hanging loosely over your frame.

The sight that greeted you in the living room made you smile. Kate Bishop, already dressed in her usual mix of casual and functional clothes, was crouched on the floor, wrestling with pieces of a half-assembled closet. A manual lay open on the floor nearby, though it seemed mostly ignored.

“Good morning,” you said, voice still laced with sleep as you padded over to her.

Kate glanced up, her face lighting up as she saw you. “Morning, sleepyhead.” She sat back on her heels, gesturing to the half-built furniture. “I’m almost done.”

“Need help?” you offered, kneeling beside her.

Kate shook her head. “Nah, I’ve got it. You should get yourself some breakfast.”

You arched an eyebrow but didn’t argue, standing back up. “Alright, if you say so.”

As you wandered into the kitchen, you could hear Kate muttering to herself about screws and dowels. You grabbed some toast and tea, sitting down at the small dining table where you could still see her.

“So, what inspired you to start this so early?” you teased, taking a bite of your toast.

Kate shrugged, not looking up from her work. “The box has been staring at me for a week. It was time to put it out of its misery.”

You laughed, sipping your tea as you kept up the light banter. By the time you finished breakfast, Kate was tightening the last screws. You grabbed your work files—notes on a case you’d been reviewing for your job as a private investigator—and began flipping through them, occasionally throwing in a comment to keep the conversation going.

As the morning went on, you started to feel a bit off. Your head was heavy, and your body ached faintly. Deciding a blanket and tea might help, you excused yourself.

“Everything okay?” Kate asked, immediately alert.

“Yeah, just grabbing a blanket and some more tea,” you reassured her with a small smile.

Kate’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded, setting the closet into a stable position before standing up. “You sure?”

“I’m fine, promise,” you said, brushing it off.

She hesitated for a moment before letting you go. You returned a few minutes later, wrapped in your blanket and holding your tea, settling back into your chair. Kate cast you the occasional concerned glance but didn’t say anything.

An hour passed, and the files you were working on blurred together as your grogginess grew. Kate, now finished with the closet and tidying up, noticed you slumping further into your chair.

“Alright, that’s it,” Kate said, walking over and gently tugging the files from your hands.

“Kate—”

Before you could protest further, she bent down and scooped you up in her arms, blanket and all, cradling you against her chest in a bridal style.

“Kate!” you yelped, though your voice was weak, and you made no real attempt to resist.

“Shush,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re not feeling well. Bed, now.”

You mumbled something about being fine, but Kate wasn’t having it. She carried you back to the bedroom, laying you down with care. She tucked the blanket snugly around you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Stay here and rest,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing.

You sighed, already half-asleep, but not before managing a quiet, “You’re so stubborn.”

Kate smiled, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Always.”

She stayed with you until your breathing evened out, her fingers gently tracing soothing patterns on your arm. As you drifted off, the last thing you felt was the warmth of her presence, a sense of comfort settling over you like a second blanket.

[mrscakeishere]

Ineffable IKEA Furniture Assembly

“How can beings so clever create dowels and brackets and chipboard?!”

“Well, I’m not the one who threw everything on the floor.”

Wondering what the H-E-double hockey-sticks this is all about?

You can find out in The Long Road to Meatballs on AO3 (rated Explicit, mind the tags). A little comedy smut for the GOAD Smut War by me and @polychromicron-persei-8.

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Part 14: Ex

A March 2025 Hinny Microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband using Prompt 15

546 words (I'm honestly not sure what this one is actually meant to be though. Oh well, I hope you like it anyway!)

All the March prompts that I write will be set in the same universe as, and form a prequel to, this fic.

Fair warning - it's going to be fluffy!

This little series has ended up with a lot more actual story than I expected, so if you'd like a bit more context to what's actually going on here, you might want to...

Read them all from the beginning on AO3

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Building the bed is easy .

Too easy.

It’s like some sort of weird, furniture-based conspiracy designed to lull them into a false sense of security before they face their newest nemesis: The Wardrobe.

They begin with magic, of course - levitating all the pieces into the correct position, summoning the screws and dowels and those weird circular twisty things that probably have a name, though Harry has no idea what it might be. 

They fail dismally.

The Wardrobe fights them at every turn. Nothing works quite as it’s meant to. Spells seem inclined to slip off it, requiring a degree of precision that neither wizard has the patience for.

Harry is less surprised than Ron; he’s spent quite a bit of time recently building Swedish furniture and he’s noticed how… resistant it seems to be to magic. Like it’s somehow too Muggle, too practical to bend to the arcane.  

By silent agreement, they do not ask Hermione to help.

Eventually, they resort to brute force and a screwdriver, but that’s barely any easier; all the pieces are awkward and heavy and just downright objectionable. 

Ron is extremely irritated about it, and says so, at length and using extremely colourful language. Harry thinks about Mr Weasley in his shed, tinkering with all his Muggle artefacts. He uses Muggle tools rather than magic, and Harry wonders if this was the reason why. He decides to ask about it, when he gets the chance.

Progress is slow. Harry isn’t entirely blaming Ron’s endless bitching but it’s certainly a factor. 

Eventually, after a few false starts and a lot more swearing, they’re finally getting somewhere. They’ve got the base built and one side connected, and now Ron, as the taller of the two, is holding the top in position above his head so that Harry can safely secure it. 

“I can see why you bought this house,” he comments, as Harry fumbles for the screw. “It’s got a nice feel to it.”

“Yeah,” agrees Harry. “It really does.”

“Especially compared to Grimmauld. I can’t imagine you’ll miss that place much.”

Harry considers this for a moment. Ron’s right, he won’t miss it, but his feelings about Grimmauld Place are complicated. So many of his memories of Sirius are tied to that house, and no matter how much he knows that his godfather hated the place, that he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let it go entirely. It’s probably a bit like having a toxic ex that you can’t quite ever forget. 

Before he found Ty Môr, before this whole new world opened up to him, he genuinely thought he’d stay there. He’d even started planning what he’d do with the place, how he could rip the dark heart from it and bring in the light. Maybe he’ll still do that, one day. Sirius would have liked it, he’s sure; one final act of desecration of the Black family legacy. The idea is very appealing. 

He grins at Ron. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I reckon it’d be okay with a few upgrades.” He imagines the whole place painted in tasteful shades of beige, and furnished with flatpack furniture instead of centuries-old carved ebony. Wouldn’t that just be glorious? “How do you fancy building a few more wardrobes?”

[firsttimewriter92]

Neighborly shenanigans Pt. 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! reader (Neighbor AU)

Part 1 ; Part 3; Part 4

Description: After your first encounter, your helpful neighbour lends you a hand and spends the evening with you

Warnings: cursing, some dirty thoughts, fluff, pining and longing getting stronger, a little smidge of angst

Word count: 2.708

A/N: Hi everyone <3 Here´s part two. Somehow I feel like this is going to be a multi chapter story with a really, really slow burn.

Would you be interessted in that or do you want me to hurry it up? :D

Please enjoy <3

„Come on, you bag of dog shite” you yelled at the wall as you tried to drill the hole for the dowel. Frustrated and sweat beading at your hairline you set down the power drill and took a deep breath. How on earth were you supposed to get this floating shelf up on the wall? You´ve never done something like this and although you´ve got all the tools and watched countless of videos on how to do it, it all turned out to be much more difficult than everyone else had lead you to believe by watching YouTube.

Checking the holes you´d already drilled you nodded to yourself. “Come on, just one more” you said to yourself and lifted the drill again. Three distinct knocks came down on your door and your movements halted immediately. Shit, you thought. There it was. The fist neighbour to tell you to fucking keep it down. You rolled your eyes as you made your way over to your door. Before your hand reached the handle however, a flash of dark hazel eyes and blond hair invaded your inner eye. Here´s to hoping, you thought as you opened the door with a defiant look on your face. Just in case it was someone else.

But there he stood. Tall, impossibly broad and still with the mask across his face. You started to wonder if he had some kind of medical condition.

You schooled your features to look as indignant as possible but you felt the corner of your mouth tick as your eyes fell onto him again. You couldn’t read the look in his eyes so you raised your eyebrows in question and spoke. “Yes?” you asked him.

“Not to be nosy, Miss, but do you need some help with that drill by any chance?” Again he managed to ask a simple question without making it seem like he was doubting your abilities. You winced a little and looked up at him with a slightly guilty look in your eyes. “I´ve been taking my sweet time with it, haven’t I?”

Again your ears were blessed with a deep chuckle before he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Maybe a bit” he drawled. His attentive eyes momentarily jumped over your head to look into your apartment. “I know the walls are solid brick” he said and looked into your eyes again. “Fuckin´ pain to get a nail in…lest be it a dowel.” You hung your head and snickered. “You´re right” you said with a deep sigh. “My shoulders are killing me. And so is this darn wall.”

His eyes narrowed again with a smile and he straightened up. “Well then, how about we get this over with so Mrs. Danbury upstairs can enjoy her daily dose of `Midsomer murders´?” Your knees almost buckled when you saw him wink at you slightly. “She´s been on my case ever since I brought home the Lady. Don´t want the same thing happenin´ to you.”

Two things happened at once. You laughed at the tone he was using when describing your elderly neighbour that always took way too much interest in anything that was going on, and your heart sinking into your stomach when the endorphins his presence invoked died on the spot. ´The Lady´. Girlfriend. Of course he had one. You mentally slapped yourself.

Something must have shown on your face. Your neighbour looked at you curiously before you collected yourself again. “Right” you said hastily and stood aside for him to enter. “Please don’t mind the mess. I haven’t been able to unpack fully yet. Work and all…” He didn’t seem to mind however. You closed your door and observed how his massive body manoeuvred itself around your furniture and moving boxes. You couldn’t help but notice how tactical his movements were. There wasn´t a step wasted before he reached the power drill and picked it up. Looking at the wall and the holes you already drilled, he nodded to himself.

It took him no longer than a minute to drill the last hole. From your vantage point from the kitchen you let your eyes rake over his movements. How his arms flexed underneath a lose fitting t-shirt that would probably fit you like a tent. The slight bend in his knees and the way his incredible thighs strained against his sweat pants. Steamin´ Jesus. That man must spend all of his free time in the gym to maintain those muscles. Almost ashamed you averted your eyes from his body. Ogling a man that wasn’t yours and was in a relationship felt insanely wrong. And yes, there was a difference between appreciating and ogling.

He sat down the drill and looked around for a second. “This one?” he pointed at the shelf. “Oh, you don´t have to hang it, I can manage from here” you said hastily and walked over. He looked at you with raised eyebrows. Did his shoulders sag just a tiny bit? “It´s no big deal, really” he said slowly while still penetrating you with his soulful dark eyes. Don´t swoon, don’t swoon, don’t swoon.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be” he continued very quietly, inclining his head a little more downward towards you. Your throat constricted as you realised how his implication made you feel. You steeled your whole body and he noticed immediately, standing up straight again. His eyes took on a slightly bewildered and dejected look. “I´m sure your girlfriend wants her daily cuddles on the couch so you can go. I´ll hang the thing myself. Thanks for your help.” You tried to sound thankful but the ice in your voice made it difficult.

God, how you hated men that couldn’t just be cocky for the fun of it. Of course they had to be absolute fucking asshats as well, flirting like their life depended on it, thirsting after every woman that came across their path and the one by their side just being the most favourite one.

This time the narrow of his eyes wasn’t created by a smile. You could clearly see the irritation in them not just by the way he bunched his eyebrows but in the immediate change of body language.

“Wait here” he said coldly as he began to move. He stepped around you, shoulders squared and mumbling something before he opened your door. Without any effort he pulled over the huge pot containing your yucca palm and used it to stop the door from falling shut.

Completely confused about what he was trying to do you heard him call out to someone before appearing in your doorway again. He almost took over the whole frame with his massive torso. His head yet again inclined he looked sheepishly at you this time.

“Sometimes I´m not good with words” he said as he stepped towards you again. “I´m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression of me.” Your heart kickstarting with hope again you tilted your head to the side a little with a questioning look which made him rumble his ridiculously attractive chuckle again.

He turned his head towards your still open door and gave one sharp whistle before looking at you again, his voice friendly. “This is Riley,-” he said as a long and high pitched noise came from you and you immediately leaned down as the big German Sheperd trotted in to stand next to your neighbour. The animal sat down and eyed you with curious eyes, not moving from the mans side however. “And she´s the only girl in my life right now” you heard him say.

Prying your eyes from the dog you looked up at him and yet again felt your face grow impossibly hot. The look he was giving you was difficult to read. Careful and pondering your reaction to his statement but somehow also cheeky. Almost naughty.

In an apologetic tone you answered and shook your head slightly. Your chest feeling like it was inflated by a balloon, excitement yet again running through your veins. “I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have been so…bitchy.” A sigh escaped him and he lifted one of his hands to rake it through his blond mass of hair, ruffling it a little. “Nah, you were right to do that. I should have made it more clear. I´m not…like that. I don´t flirt much so…”

Your head snapped up so quickly you winced for a second as your muscles tensed. “Y-You were?” you asked, almost not daring to. “Flirting?”

He gave you a very direct look before answering. “Yes” he simply said and you learned something new about him at that moment. No bullshit kind of man.

“Oh” you breathed, your brain suddenly void of anything witty to say. “Okey.”

He somehow seemed satisfied with your reaction, you could see his cheeks lifting in a smile.

“Can I hang your shelf now?” he asked and you huffed out a laugh, nodding. Humming, he passed you and got to work. You nose tingled as you got your first real whiff of him. Damn, he smelled good. Not good. Great. Unique and calming. Manly and somehow fruity. What the heck was in his body wash?

A cold nose bumped your hand and happily you sat down on your sturdy wooden coffee table to scratch the dogs ears. “What a pretty thing you are” you said gleefully to the animal which had begun wagging its tail furiously. “Yes you are, yes you are.”

“You a dog person then?” you heard the deep rumbly voice ask. You looked up at him with a grin. “I´m an animal person in general but there is something about the fierce love you get from a dog…” you shrugged before petting Riley again. He hummed again. Contently stroking the soft fur of Riley you observed her owner closely while he hung up your shelf. A sweet notion of domesticity hung in the air and it was kind of strange how quickly you felt it washing over you.

When he was done, he packed up the drill and walked over to you. “What do you think?” he asked in a chipper tone. He came to a stop next to you and lowered himself on his haunches to look at the shelf from your hight. “Is it level?”

You turned your head slightly to the right and pursed your lips dramatically. “Uh-huh” you said and nodded, turning your head and looking at him with a smirk. “You did a good job.”

He didn’t move his head but his eye glanced at you, the delicate lines around it appearing yet again.

“Why are you wearing that?” you asked suddenly and very quietly. His head turned fully towards you without answering. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” he asked just as quietly. You shook your head softly at that. “Do you mind me wearing it?” Again you shook your head like in trance. The dim light in your room reflected in his dark eyes that suddenly didn’t seem to be that dark. The deep hazel colour was underlined with some flecks of light brown, almost gold. The colour perfectly accentuating the feathery blond lashes framing his big almond shaped eyes.

“Then will you let me keep it on?” you almost didn’t hear him the way he muttered his question into the cloth.

“It´s hardly my decision” you answered breezily and tried not to let your eyes wander to where you supposed his lips were. “I just wanted to know why you were wearing it.” He nodded and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

Right then, Riley decided that your petting wasn’t enough and excitedly squeezed herself in between her owners legs, effectively knocking him on his behind. “Fuckin´ ell” he sputtered out with a laugh and began wrapping his massive arms around the dog, play wrestling with it for a second.

You felt the moment hover over you and then disappearing into every nook and cranny in your apartment. Seeing him play with his dog however gave you a completely different moment to enjoy and remember. You giggled and got up from your coffee table. “Want a drink?” you asked over your shoulder. Your voice sounded uncomfortably loud even though you used your normal inside volume.

“Actually” he said as he got up from the floor and followed you. When you turned around he was already in front of you. His scent flowing over you it was a herculean task not to close your eyes and burry your nose in his shirt. “I wanted to ask if you´re free this Saturday.” Again he didn’t beat around the bush and you absolutely loved it. “I am, yes” you said trying not to bounce up and down right then and there.

“Great” he said without hesitation. “I´ll pick you up at 8. No need for fancy clothes.” A man with a plan, is this for real? How long has he thought about asking you out? When you raised your eyebrows he doubled down a little. “Unless you like fancy. We can do fancy as well, of course. I can do fancy.” You giggled when you heard his slightly wavering voice.

“No, I don´t need fancy. I can do casual.” He seemed to like that very much and stared down at you for another moment. “Great” he repeated softly. “Need anything else hung or assembled tonight?” he asked cheekily as his gaze drifted over your living room. You rolled your eyes at him playfully before shaking your head. “I´m good for now, thanks. If I need another handy man before Saturday I´ll come knocking.” A slight ´hehe´ left his mouth and he stemmed his hands on his hips, turning his head to his dog.

“Come on, girl. Let´s get you some food and let the Lady enjoy her evening.” You followed them to your door where he pushed the heavy plant back in its original place with his foot before turning around one last time. “See you Saturday” he said with a smile in his voice.

“See you Saturday” you said giddily but then your eyes went comically wide realising…and then laughing out loud.

“What? What?” he asked with a bewildered chuckle.

“Before I go on a date with you,” you gasped and lightly touched your stomach. “I´d really like to know your name.”

He too looked dumbstruck for a second, his eyes going wide before closing them and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Simon” he said with an incredulous voice.

“Call me Simon.” He sighed deeply before looking into your eyes again with mirth. “I can´t believe I forgot to introduce myself.” You waved your hand in front of your face dismissively before holding it out to him nervously.

“I´m ___, by the way.”

He only hesitated for a moment before engulfing your hand with his and squeezed it. You felt callouses, warmth and incredible strength. Seeing how the palm of his hand almost completely swallowed your hand, a shiver ran down your neck and spine. Tingling at the small of your back and spreading to your front. Liquid adrenalin was pooling in your stomach, made your legs grow heavy and your nether regions tremble.

You were only holding his hand and you felt ready to pounce. Reign it in, damn it.

“___”. Your name left his lips and that pouncing thought jumped back into the forefront of your mind until he let go of your hand.

“Goodnight,___” he said lowly and by the way he looked at you, you knew exactly that your body language had told him much more than you wanted him to know.

“´Night, Simon.”

You closed the door gently and it took everything in you to walk over to your couch and not collapse against the door. Your legs were still heavy and jelly like, something still tingling like crazy in your panties. “Oh, hell” you said to yourself as you crossed your legs to try and relieve some of the pressure.

It wasn´t working.

So, when you got to bed half an hour later you got comfortable and retrieved your trusty toy from its box. There was no way you would be able to sleep without getting all these feelings out. The longing for his scent, voice and his touch.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters in IKEA

The title says it all, really.

1. Adolin & Shallan

Adolin: This place is such a maze!

Shallan: Yeah, it kinda reminds me of my time in the chasms with Kaladin.

Shallan: There could be a chasmfiend made entirely of hex keys around any corner.

Adolin: You’ve already mapped this place in your head, haven’t you?

Shallan: Well, duh. 

2. Kaladin & Teft

Kaladin: Ha, look at the size of this bed! What kind of spoiled lighteyes needs a bed this big??

Teft: Kaladin, lad, that’s a bed for two people...

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: I knew that. 

3. Sebarial & Palona

Sebarial: Genius, really, setting up all of these fake rooms to make people imagine their homes looking like this.

Sebarial: Makes you want to buy way more than you came in for.

Sebarial: And it all seems cheap, but it sure adds up!

Palona: Mmm...and the pathing really forces you to see everything, no matter what you’re looking for.

Palona: Urithiru is mazelike already--think Dalinar would give you a floor to set up something like this?

Sebarial: Are you SURE you don’t want to marry me?

4. Dalinar & Stormfather

Dalinar: I think it’s good for people to build their own furniture.

Dalinar: I never felt as clear-headed as I did when I dug that latrine that one time.

Stormfather: Bah, this flimsy wood could never stand up to a storm.

Dalinar: Most people keep their furniture inside.

Stormfather: I’m listening and learning here.  

Dalinar: What?

Stormfather: What?

5. Lopen & Rock

Lopen: Now, see, people say the REAL fun is the food!

Rock: Ha! These meatballs are not as good as chouta with fried cremling claws, but they’re still pretty good!

Lopen: Of course! Nothing beats chouta!

6. Wyndle & Lift

Wyndle: Oh, this is SO exciting!

Wyndle: Look at all of these WONDERFUL chairs!

Wyndle: I can’t wait to add some of these to my chair garden!

Lift (dragging her feet): Is this the LAST time I let you pick our activity. 

7. Denth & Tonk Fah

Denth: You know what I hate about being a mercenary?

Denth: People think you have no sense of style.

Denth: And sure, interior decorating isn’t a big part of our life.

Denth: But just look at this pillow I chose and tell me it wouldn’t look great on any modern couch.

Tonk Fah: Hey, that old lady you stabbed to get that pillow seems to be coming around.

Denth: And people NEVER appreciate the lengths we got to to get a good deal!

8. Szeth & Nightblood

Szeth: I like this place.

Szeth: There is no profane stone anywhere, and the seemingly endless maze of empty rooms devoid of all life reminds me of the inside of my own head, only they took out the screams.

Szeth: And some of the plastic fruit is nice.

Nightblood: That’s great but can we get back to my thing now?

Szeth: That sofa wasn’t evil, sword-nimi.

Nightblood: Then why was its name looking at me with those beady eyes?!

Szeth: I think the umlaut is just part of the spelling, sword-nimi.

Nightblood: I think we should destroy it, just in case.

9. Siri & Syl

Siri: Look at this!! A tiny frying pan!

Syl: No, look at this!! It’s a blue stuffed shark!

Siri: Look at how colorful this rug is!

Syl: I don’t even smoke, but this ash tray is shaped like a COW!

Siri: I can’t believe Vivenna and Kal said we “couldn’t be trusted in the marketplace”

Syl: I know! We make such good decisions!

10. Jasnah & Navani & Elhokar 

Jasnah: It is nice of them to include pictogram instructions, so that even men can assemble this furniture. 

Navani: Engineering for men. Very progressive of them. 

Elhokar: How am I supposed to screw in all these screws with just this hex key?! Also, these dowels definitely do NOT fit in this hole! And I am definitely missing some pieces!!

Elhokar (muttering): I bet Kaladin could build this bookcase.

Jasnah: Should we help him?

Navani: Give it five more minutes. 

[flock-talk]

Allow me, for a moment, to have a little bit of emotion

I remember, 8 years ago, when I set up my first "bird room". I remember being so excited. I had seen pictures of other people's rooms (which were mostly cages and hanging boings at the time) and felt like I needed to be doing more, I wanted that so badly. I wasn't allowed to do anything permanent to the room and it was absolute hell to even get permission to make anything resembling a bird room. I had so many restrictions to stick by and god forbid a single fleck of bird poop be found somewhere.

The first room was just their cages, which were the species' minimum size, and a stand I made out of wood dowels and PVC elbows. My first "veggie zone" was a cardboard box and a pillow case. To keep the mess contained I had pinned up a fitted sheet, if they made a mess I couldn't rapidly clean the room would be taken away from me and they would be back to just small cages and a single countertop play set.

it wasn't cute but I was so happy with what I had accomplished given the restrictions I had and severe lack of finances. I was always upset with the way that it looked, it wasn't aesthetic, it didn't photograph well. The birds loved it and it was the start of my "bird room". I knew I wasn't done here.

Eventually I had sorted out how I could hang up some ropes without damaging the walls, given some of them were pretty sketchy and I would absolutely not recommend doing it. The one up there is literally hanging on by a pear hook to the light fixture. The rest were desperately tied around furniture and one to the blinds if I recall correctly. Oh man was I stoked, Mia and Zeeb were too. They got a cage upgrade for Christmas one year when I'd finally saved enough to do it, it was taller than I was, I could curl up inside one of the cages. It was Wild.

I remember being on Tumblr back then and I remember you all sending me messages, offering ideas, and being so invested in the making of the room. I was always blogging from that chair in the corner, it did give me serious back pain but it did the job. You were all so supportive and I refreshed my inbox 1000 times a day waiting for the next message, being a part of the community was such a big part of who I was. I still do that.

I also remember holding a lot of anger, I knew my room wasn't what I wanted it to be but there was nothing I could do to make it how I wanted. I didn't have any control over that. I also had a lot of doubt. There were some toys and things I made that weren't very pretty and even some made out of not-ideal materials (nothing toxic, think controversial like cotton rope) but at the time it's all I could provide. It was the best that I could do. Still made me anxious though, was it enough? was it right?

and I sit here in what will soon be my designated office looking over at Bird Room V2 and I just can't fathom how we got here.

I've made a bird room even larger and better than teenage me could have ever even imagined. I have drilled holes in to walls and ceilings without a thought, I chopped branches off of trees and I've used power tools to turn those trees in to safe perches. I wall mounted a cage simply because I wanted to, my veggie corner is made of plastic that I designed and assembled, there's a splash-proof bathing zone complete with a fountain, and so so so many toys that I've collected over the years. (that ladder right in the middle, to the right of the yellow toy is the exact same one as the images above). I was able to make it look pretty good too!

I suspended a huge tree branch from my ceiling purely because I thought the birds would like it and their foot health would benefit. I have been able to prioritize their health over all else, I have been able to act and make changes to better their care every step of the way, always improving, always changing, always thinking of them first and foremost. With the additional support of my wife who often comes up with new ideas to improve things before I do. Starting this room was her idea first!

and I am so happy with where we are. I am so happy with the care that I am currently providing. We've gone from being alone in a bedroom desperately scrounging things together while dodging the scrutiny of the people who surrounded me to not only accomplishing our dreams with love and support from our new family but inspiring others to do the same.

and that's incredible.

and I'm so happy that you were here with me along the way.

[testedthewaters]

Nothing reminds you how fat you've gotten like putting together ikea furniture. Suddenly realizing theres no more room with this gut to lean forward and grab a tiny wooden dowel really drives home those big changes. Plus, trying and failing to hide how sweaty and out of breath I got during the process is another pretty hot reminder. Makes you feel big, cumbersome, and hungry

[cozyhomebuzz]

Exclusive Fresh cozy Boho Bedroom Ideas

Let’s explore these creative ways to infuse your bedroom with boho charm, starting with essential elements like statement wall décor and working our way through furniture pieces, lighting options, and those special finishing touches that will make your space uniquely yours.

Macramé Wall Hangings

Macramé wall hangings are the quintessential element of a boho bedroom, bringing texture, artistry, and organic beauty to your space. These intricately knotted pieces serve as stunning focal points while adding a handcrafted touch to your walls.

Key Elements of Macramé Wall Hangings

Natural cotton cord designs

Geometric patterns

Fringe details

Wooden dowels or driftwood mounts

Mixed textile combinations

Styling Tips

Layer multiple pieces of different sizes

Mix with other wall decor like mirrors or plants

Create an asymmetrical arrangement

Incorporate beads or shells for added interest

Position above the bed or in corner spaces

Size Guide for Placement

Wall SpaceRecommended SizeStyle ImpactAbove Bed36-48″ wideDramaticSide Walls18-24″ wideAccentCorners12-18″ wideSubtle

For maximum impact, choose pieces that incorporate natural fibers and varying textures. A large, statement macramé hanging above your bed can serve as an alternative headboard, while smaller pieces can fill empty wall spaces with bohemian charm. The neutral tones of natural cotton rope complement any color scheme while adding depth and visual interest to your boho bedroom.

Now that we’ve explored how to incorporate macramé wall hangings, let’s look at how mismatched throw pillows can add another layer of boho charm to your bedroom space.

Mismatched Throw Pillows

Transform your bedroom into a bohemian paradise with an eclectic array of mismatched throw pillows. This design approach celebrates individuality and creates visual interest through diverse textures, patterns, and colors.

Essential Pillow Combinations

Textured pillows (macramé, tasseled, or fringed)

Global-inspired patterns (ikat, tribal, or mandala prints)

Solid-colored velvet or linen pillows

Hand-embroidered or block-printed designs

Vintage or antique cushions

Color and Pattern Mix Guide

Base ColorsAccent ColorsPattern TypesEarth tonesJewel tonesGeometricNaturalMetallicsFloralNeutralsDeep bluesEthnicRustRich purplesAbstract

Styling Tips

Layer pillows from largest to smallest

Mix 3-5 different patterns while maintaining a cohesive color story

Include at least one solid-colored pillow to provide visual rest

Vary pillow sizes and shapes for dimension

Incorporate different textures to add depth

The key to successful mismatched pillow styling is maintaining balance while embracing imperfection. Choose pillows that share at least one common color to create harmony within the eclectic arrangement. Now that you’ve mastered the art of mixing throw pillows, let’s explore how vintage rugs can further enhance your boho bedroom’s charm.

Vintage Rugs

Vintage rugs serve as the foundation of any cozy boho bedroom, adding instant character and warmth through their rich patterns and lived-in appeal. Here’s why they’re essential and how to incorporate them effectively:

Key Features of Vintage Rugs for Boho Bedrooms

Natural fiber materials (wool, cotton, jute)

Faded colors that create a time-worn aesthetic

Intricate geometric or tribal patterns

Distressed details that add authenticity

Various sizes for layering possibilities

Placement Options

LocationStyle SuggestionImpactUnder BedLarge Persian or TurkishAnchors the roomBedsideSmall Kilim runnersAdds warmth to foot traffic areasLayeredMultiple smaller rugsCreates depth and visual interestWall HangingMedium-sized flat weaveDoubles as artistic statement

Styling Tips

Layer different sized rugs at angles for added dimension

Mix patterns while keeping a cohesive color scheme

Choose faded hues that complement existing furniture

Incorporate both geometric and organic patterns

Use rugs with fringe details for extra bohemian flair

Vintage rugs work particularly well when paired with natural textures and materials. The weathered appearance of these rugs creates perfect harmony with rattan furniture, which we’ll explore next.

Canopy Bed

Transform your bedroom into a dreamy bohemian sanctuary with a statement canopy bed. These ethereal sleeping spaces create an instant focal point while adding vertical interest and romantic appeal to your room.

Types of Canopy Beds for Boho Style

Four-poster bed with draped fabric

Wall-mounted crown canopy

Bamboo frame canopy

Macramé canopy

Natural fiber rope canopy

Styling Tips for Your Canopy Bed

ElementStyle SuggestionFabricLight, flowing materials like muslin or gauzeColorNatural tones or jewel-toned fabricsDrapingAsymmetrical or gathered stylingAccentsTassels, pom-poms, or beaded trim

Create layers of interest by mixing textures and fabrics. Start with sheer white curtains as your base, then add colored scarves or vintage saris for an eclectic look. For added boho flair, weave fairy lights through the canopy frame or hang small crystals from the corners.

Shop Reed Diffusers

Enhance your canopy bed’s ambiance with strategically placed reed diffusers. These natural fragrance dispensers complement the bohemian aesthetic while providing subtle aromatherapy benefits:

Place diffusers on bedside tables

Choose earthy scents like patchouli or sandalwood

Opt for glass bottles with natural reeds

Rotate reeds weekly for optimal fragrance

Now that we’ve created a dreamy canopy centerpiece, let’s explore how rattan furniture can further enhance your boho bedroom’s organic appeal.

Rattan Furniture

Rattan furniture serves as a cornerstone element in creating an authentic boho bedroom sanctuary. This natural material brings organic texture and warmth while maintaining a lightweight, airy feel that’s essential to bohemian design.

Popular Rattan Pieces for Boho Bedrooms

Rattan headboards – Statement pieces that create a tropical resort vibe

Side tables – Perfect for displaying plants and decorative items

Storage trunks – Functional pieces that add texture and organization

Room dividers – Creates intimate spaces while maintaining airflow

Magazine racks – Adds both functionality and decorative appeal

Styling Tips for Rattan Furniture

PlacementStyling SuggestionVisual ImpactBedsidePair with macramé wall hangingCreates layered textureCornerAdd trailing plantsEnhances natural elementsWindow areaMix with bamboo blindsCoordinates natural materialsRoom centerCombine with woven rugsBuilds depth and interest

To maximize the boho aesthetic, mix rattan pieces with soft textiles like chunky knit throws and vintage cushions. The key is to balance the structured nature of rattan with softer elements. Consider incorporating both light and dark rattan pieces to create visual depth and interest.

Now that we’ve explored how to incorporate rattan furniture, let’s look at how hanging chairs can add an extra layer of boho charm to your bedroom sanctuary.

Hanging Chairs

A hanging chair is the quintessential bohemian bedroom statement piece that instantly transforms your space into a dreamy sanctuary. These suspended seats not only serve as functional furniture but also create an artistic focal point that epitomizes boho style.

Types of Hanging Chairs for Boho Bedrooms

Macramé Swing Chairs

Rattan Egg Chairs

Woven Bamboo Pods

Cotton Rope Hammock Chairs

Wicker Pod Chairs

Styling Tips for Hanging Chairs

ElementStyling SuggestionCushionsLayer with textured throws and ethnic print pillowsHeightInstall 18-24 inches from the ground for optimal comfortLocationPlace in a corner or near a window for reading nookAccessoriesAdd tassels, fringe, or beaded curtains

Installation Considerations

Ensure proper ceiling support (rated for at least 300 pounds)

Use appropriate mounting hardware

Install into ceiling joists or use heavy-duty anchors

Consider swivel hooks for 360-degree movement

Leave adequate space for gentle swinging

The key to incorporating a hanging chair is creating a cozy corner that invites relaxation while maintaining the free-spirited boho aesthetic. Add soft textiles and perhaps a small side table for books or beverages to complete the setup. Now that we’ve covered this floating sanctuary, let’s explore how bohemian art prints can further enhance your bedroom’s artistic appeal.

Bohemian Art Prints

A key element in creating an authentic boho bedroom is incorporating vibrant and eclectic art prints that reflect the free-spirited nature of bohemian style. Here’s how to effectively use bohemian art prints in your space:

Types of Bohemian Art Prints

Mandala designs

Abstract botanical illustrations

Spiritual and mystical symbols

Desert landscapes

Celestial patterns

Ethnic and tribal motifs

Psychedelic artwork

Gallery Wall Arrangement Ideas

StyleDescriptionBest LocationSymmetricalUniform spacing, aligned framesAbove bed or dresserOrganicRandom arrangement, mixed sizesAny large wall spaceFloor-to-ceilingVertical arrangementNarrow wall sectionsClusteredTight grouping of framesCorner spaces

Art Print Selection Tips

Mix different sizes and orientations

Choose complementary color schemes

Combine vintage and modern prints

Include at least one oversized statement piece

Layer prints with other wall décor

Use both framed and unframed pieces

Select prints with natural or earthy elements

The right combination of bohemian art prints can transform your bedroom into a personal gallery that captures the essence of boho style. Now let’s explore how patterned bedding can complement these artistic elements to create a cohesive look.

Patterned Bedding

Patterned bedding serves as the centerpiece of a bohemian bedroom, creating a vibrant focal point that sets the tone for the entire space. Here’s how to make it work:

Essential Elements

Mandala prints

Geometric patterns

Floral motifs

Mixed textile patterns

Layered designs

Pattern Combinations for Boho Bedding

Base LayerMiddle LayerTop LayerSolid sheetsGeometric duvetEmbroidered throwStriped sheetsFloral comforterTextured blanketPrinted fittedTribal patternsKantha quilt

Styling Tips

Mix patterns of different scales

Large-scale prints for duvet covers

Medium patterns for sheets

Small designs for pillowcases

Color Coordination

Choose 2-3 dominant colors

Add 1-2 accent colors

Include neutral tones for balance

The key to successful boho bedding lies in layering different patterns while maintaining a cohesive color story. Start with a bold duvet cover featuring ethnic prints or paisley patterns, then add complementary sheet sets with smaller-scale designs. Top it off with throw pillows and blankets in varying textures and patterns.

Now that your bed is a stunning bohemian masterpiece, let’s explore how vintage trunks can add both storage and character to your space.

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