#green velvet ottoman

[jaydalexingram]

Family Room - Traditional Family Room

Example of a large, traditional, enclosed family room with carpeting, brown walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[carlagriffin]

Family Room - Traditional Family Room

Example of a large, traditional, enclosed family room with carpeting, brown walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[rockyintan]

Family Room - Traditional Family Room

Example of a large, traditional, enclosed family room with carpeting, brown walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[modernkaribou]

Family Room - Traditional Family Room

Example of a large, traditional, enclosed family room with carpeting, brown walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[dianamsphotography]

Family Room - Traditional Family Room

Example of a large, traditional, enclosed family room with carpeting, brown walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[eyecessorize]

Family Room - Traditional Family Room Example of a large, traditional, enclosed family room with carpeting, brown walls, a brick fireplace, and a television stand.

[toyastales]

Yellow and green is a lush color combination.

[notimemachine]

Portland Maine Home Bar Example of a mid-sized mountain style l-shaped ceramic tile seated home bar design with granite countertops and wood backsplash

[facexclaimxcafe]

Transitional Family Room in St Louis Large transitional open concept dark wood floor family room photo with gray walls and a wall-mounted tv

[mayugene]

Family Room Enclosed Example of a mid-sized transitional enclosed dark wood floor family room design with beige walls, a standard fireplace, a tv stand and a stone fireplace

[m-mihalyiova]

Portland Maine Home Bar Example of a mid-sized mountain style l-shaped ceramic tile seated home bar design with granite countertops and wood backsplash

[the1920sinpictures]

1925-26 Jean Patou embroidered cocktail dress of pale golden velvet, dropped waistline outlined in gold beads, the skirt held in gentle gathers to the sides, with a deep panel of gold lace to the front bodice, backed in cloth of gold and edged in beaded fringes, matching deep lace flounce to hem, the velvet embroidered and beaded overall with Ottoman-inspired flower-heads in pink, orange and green floss, highlighted with gold beads. From Kerry Taylor Auctions.

[lilbittymonster]

Day 24: Bar

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The Chai’s apartment was as lavish as the rest of Eulmore. The same deep green tiling with gold piping and marble pillars, high arching windows, full of plush furniture. The window of the parlor opened up to the south, and the view was of uninterrupted ocean between the heavy velvet curtains. In addition to the already lavish styling of the building itself were all manner of eclectic baubles and stacks of books between furniture. The effect was a rather precarious maze.

It was rather unsettling that Kitali once again found herself and Alphinaud at the mercy of the whims of strange nobles. If not for the clutter and the overly bright light pouring in through the window she could almost believe she was right back in the foyer of Fortemps Manor.

“Now, Alphinaud is our resident artist, but what exactly is it that you do, dear?” Dulia-Chai asked Kitali once they were settled.

“Um. Little bit of everything, I suppose,” she said haltingly. “I’m a bit of a serial hobbyist.”

“Ah. Self-sufficient,” Chai-Nuzz remarked. “An admirable trait to have in these times.”

“And what are your favourite hobbies?” Dulia-Chai asked intently, peering over the rim of her teacup.

“Needlework, mostly. Some woodcarving, some leather work. Mostly I keep my clothes from falling apart.”

“Needlework, darling, did you hear that?” Dulia-Chai said pointedly to her husband. “This young lady says she’s proficient in needlework.”

“Yes, I heard her correctly.”

“….Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Aren’t you going to ask about the ottoman? The one that’s over by the bar?”

Kitali and Alphinaud exchanged a bewildered look with each other as they bickered.

“Ottom-right, yes, the ottoman! If you could follow me for a moment, ah…” he stuttered a bit. “Begging your pardon, I don’t believe I got your name.”

“Kitali.”

“Kitali, if you could be so kind as to tell me whether or not this priceless family heirloom is salvageable?”

He led her over to a stack of what looked like table decorations tucked next to a wooden sidebar. Removing the odd shapes from their tangle and moving aside the stack of papers beneath, he revealed a worn footstool with intricate embroidery across the top. He pulled it forward out from the wall and motioned to her expectantly.

“This has been in my family since before the Flood,” he explained. “I’ve been meaning to get it repaired for some time now, but have been unable to find anyone up to the task of restoring it. Until today, I hope.”

Kitali knelt to inspect the wear. The corners of the wooden legs were scratched and dented from years of wear, but still sturdy enough. The padding had grown lumpy and some of the knots were frayed from the design on top, but the worst was the corner that looked like moths had gotten at it at some point.

“Well?” he asked, a touch impatiently.

“The frame’s still in good shape,” Kitali told him. “D’you want to have the original fabric repaired, or just remake the whole thing?”

“I, er…….dear, what do you think?” he called to his wife.

“Oh, I don’t mind either way, so long as I have something to rest my feet upon.”

Chai-Nuzz’s ears flattened as he considered.

“How difficult would it be to keep as much of the original design?”

Kitali straightened up. “Depends on what I can find. I can sew a patch over it, and it’ll be noticeable, but if I could find enough thread in the right colour I could just weave over it.”

“Well, I think we might be able to do something about that,” Dulia-Chai said as she set her teacup down. “A trip to the market district should be able to solve that. And you, young man,” she said to Alphinaud, who sat up a tad straighter, “will be needing more art supplies than that ratty old brush of yours, yes?”

“Yes, indeed I will,” Alphinaud said.

“Shall we, then?” Dulia-Chai said as she made for the door.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 34, 26 août 1883, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel. 6. rue Gluck. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Description de toilettes (Bibliothèque Forney):

Toilette de visites. — Jupe et corsage à pointe en faille verte de teinte verre de Bohême. Draperie en même faille, garnie sur son contour de quatre rubans de velours étroits de même couleur mais de teinte plus foncée. Même garniture sur le contour du corsage. Tunique drapée faite en gaze de soie, de même couleur que la faille, à grandes pastilles de velours. Le bord inférieur de la jupe de faille est garni de cinq rubans de velours.

Toilette de promenade. — En ottoman nuance acajou clair et cachemire de même couleur, mais de nuance plus'(foncée. Première jupe en cachemire, garnie de trois volants plissés étroits. Seconde jupe en ottoman, disposée en cinq larges plis-tuyaux d'orgue, ornée sur son bord inférieur d'une broderie répétant les deux tons (les étoffes employées pour la robe. Une draperie répétant les tuyaux et la broderie de la jupe garnit les hanches et va rejoindre le pouf fait en cachemire. Corsage veste espagnole à gilet brodé, fait comme le corsage en ottoman. Chapeau de paille nuance acajou, doublé de velours acajou de ton plus foncé.

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Visiting ensemble. — Pointed skirt and bodice in Bohemian glass-coloured green faille. Drapery in the same faille, trimmed around its edge with four narrow velvet ribbons of the same color but in a darker shade. Same trim around the bodice. Draped tunic made of silk gauze, the same color as the faille, with large velvet patches. The lower edge of the faille skirt is trimmed with five velvet ribbons.

Walking ensemble. — In light mahogany shade ottoman and cashmere of the same color but darker shade. First skirt in cashmere, trimmed with three narrow pleated flounces. its lower edge with embroidery repeating the two tones (the fabrics used for the dress. A drapery repeating the pipes and the embroidery of the skirt trims the hips and goes to join the pouf made of cashmere. Spanish jacket bodice with embroidered waistcoat, made like the ottoman bodice Mahogany straw hat, lined with darker mahogany velvet.

[scarlet-bitch]

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[aaknopf]

On the Mt. Rushmore of Knopf poetry, which dates back more than a century now, the craggy profiles of Langston Hughes and Wallace Stevens would be joined by, among others, Anthony Hecht (1923-2004). His Collected Poems arrived this fall, in a handsome edition edited by Philip Hoy, who reminds us that Hecht himself felt poetry could “recover for us what he memorably called ‘the inexhaustible plenitude of the world.’” Here is “Memory,” originally from his late volume The Darkness and the Light.

Memory

Sepia oval portraits of the family, Black-framed, adorned the small brown-papered hall, But the parlor was kept unused, never disturbed. Under a glass bell, the dried hydrangeas Had bleached to the hue of ancient newspaper, Though once, someone affirmed, they had been pink. Pink still were the shiny curling orifices Of matching seashells stationed on the mantel With mated, spiked, wrought-iron candlesticks. The room contained a tufted ottoman, A large elephant-foot umbrella stand With two malacca canes, and two peacock Tail-feathers sprouting from a small-necked vase. On a teak side table lay, side by side, A Bible and a magnifying glass. Green velvet drapes kept the room dark and airless Until on sunny days toward midsummer The brass andirons caught a shaft of light For twenty minutes in late afternoon In a radiance dimly akin to happiness— The dusty gleam of temporary wealth.

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