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mrvelocipede · 6 months ago

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I spent some time this afternoon in a slightly cold-ish haze, applying stain samples to pieces of wood. Some of the resulting colors may end up on the floorboards, eventually. The weird blue-greens are in there because I want to mix small amounts of them in with some of the browns, to make better shades of brown.

It's absolutely mind-boggling how many different individual components go into building a house. There are obvious materials, like framing lumber and drywall and bricks. (There are so many different kinds of bricks. We got to go to a neat warehouse and look at hundreds of samples of bricks, in many shades of red and orange and brown and yellow and off-white, with and without speckles, spots, textures, kiln-firing marks, and so on and so forth.) But then basically every single visible surface and fixture has to be chosen, and they all have to work together and look reasonably harmonious.

Floorboards. Tile. Faucets. Cabinet doors. Room doors. Doorknobs. Cabinet handles. Sconces and various light fixtures. Window trim moldings. Stair railings. Roof material. Countertop material.

I've learned that kitchen countertops can be made of laminate, like old-school Formica, or else slabs of stone or stone-like materials, and there's very little middle ground in terms of aesthetics or cost. It's either way low-end or way high-end. I mean, there are cheaper and more expensive kinds of stone slabs, but it's all stone, with significant fabrication costs on top of the base material price.

For most of these things, you have to go to showrooms and deal with sales people. And at that point, I begin to run into difficulties.

See, on the internet I get to be the fascinating and mysterious Mr. Velocipede, and talk about whatever projects I've been working on, and post pictures of things I've made. People are willing to think of me as competent, or in some categories an actual expert to some degree, and it's a fairly comfortable persona to inhabit. It's very easy to forget that in the offline world, I'm a very ordinary-looking middle-aged housewife kind of thing. It's not how I think of myself, but it's definitely what I look like to any outside observer.

During the house-building project, I've been constantly, incessantly reminded of why I became Mr. Velocipede in the first place: being a girl in this culture sucks.

I don't actually mind being female (although I often feel like I'm kind of crap at it), but the kinds of assumptions made about you are so fucking insultingly stupid that I've never really figured out how to respond to them. You're supposed to use Pinterest boards and read magazines full of fairy-tale cottages and have a "dream kitchen" that you've been fantasizing about since you got married and stopped fantasizing about your dream wedding.

You're supposed to want to hide all your appliances neatly in tasteful cupboards, so as not to offend guests with your unsightly refrigerator or microwave or washing machine. I've lost count of the number of times I've had to explain to people that I don't want a special board that attaches to my cabinets, to hide the side of the refrigerator. "But you'll see the side of the refrigerator!" they admonish me. "It's not finished the same as the front! It doesn't match the cabinets!"

Yeah, okay, but what if I like having a magnetic surface to stick things on? What if I don't want to spend money on a random unnecessary board that basically dangles from the upper cabinet?

And there is always, always the assumption that you cannot possibly know anything at all about materials and how they work. I got to listen to quite a long speech about how window screens actually block a certain percentage of the light. Did I know that? Well, yes, as a matter of fact I did. That was why I was asking about getting half-screens, instead of ones that cover the entire window.

It turns out that color is a very stressful subject for a lot of people, which I guess I sort of knew, but am now having to cope with more directly. Our architect is all stressed out because I haven't chosen a stain color yet, and I scared him by buying a bunch of sample bottles of weird bright colors of stain. I've been trying to reassure him that I'm very happy to figure out how to mix a custom stain color myself, out of whatever stock colors exist, but this is apparently unheard of.

But I am flat-out refusing to just pick one of the existing stock colors, because they are all too jarringly harsh and simple, and not at all the effect I want. And I can't figure out how to convey the idea that I know how to work with color, I understand that it's going to look different on different kinds of wood, I know what I'm doing, and I'm not going to burst into tears if it doesn't look like some reference photo in a brochure. Those brochures all look awful, and I know I can do better, if only people will stop calling me "little lady" and let me fucking get on with it.

#the house-building project #gender #complaints department #it is all very frustrating #I am probably less shouty and sweary when I don't have a cold #long post #I used to have a thing on my website that said 'Mr. Velocipede is a rude lady'

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k00323923 · 3 days ago

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Assemble Project - 11/11/24

I did the print making workshop. I really enjoyed it as before I only used lino for print making so it was interesting to use a different technique for once. I learnt how to do monoprint, print using a board of wood and how to print using different wallpapers for texture.

This is the monoprints that I made. I decided to draw flowers as I didn't know what else to draw and flowers were the first thing that came to mind. Trying to draw with this technique was a struggle as you had to keep your hand off the page of else it would show up as a mark.

Then we moved onto printing with a variety of different materials. I used wallpaper to create all these different textures. I really enjoyed this as it was interesting how the patterns turned out and I decided to layer them to create this collage. This reminds me of Picasso's artwork because he only used the primary colours red,yellow and blue in this paintings.

Overall I liked the process of this and will consider choosing print making.

#lsad #first year #workshop #assemble #art

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cjwritesforyou · 8 months ago

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The Last Strawberry Summer

8-page Short Story

“Bill?”

“What’s the matter?”

“There’s somethin’ I’ve been meanin’ to tell you. For a while now.” “What’s that, honey?”

“I…”

“Spit it out–what is it?”

“I’ve kept it a secret for a while now and–”

“Thirty years of marriage and we still have goddamn secrets, Suzie? I haven’t got a goddamn thing you don’t know.”

“I’ve been meanin’ to. I swear it. It just kept slippin’ and well–ya know–here we are now.”

“So–let’s hear it hun–I’m waitin’.”

Susan placed a finger on her lips and stood up from the couch. She paced to the window and peeked out the blinds at the fields of strawberries under the Indiana sunset. They grew well this year–maybe the best crop they’d ever had. She looked at the porch they had installed together, the first year they bought the house–and the land. How hard it was nailing in that veranda!

“There’s no good way to tell you this, Bill.”

Bill stood up from the wood rocking chair. It took him a few tries, pushing up from the armrest and clutching his lower spine with his left hand. Susan stared at him and watched. He hobbled to the kitchen cupboard and wedged a glass under the tap. When it was filled to the brim he let the glass remain, noticing the sweet scent flowing through his body. Next to the sink laid their best knife on top of the cutting board. Strawberry stems were still stuck to the blade. Red stained the cutting board and the pure aroma that had been ingrained in him lingered about the kitchen. He had made her pick and cut up a few for him that morning, since she wouldn’t let him do it himself. Susan’s eyes followed his hand as he set the glass on the countertop.

“Didn’t take your pills?”

“To hell with them pills.”

“You gotta take ‘em.”

“They don’t work for shit. What good’s it do?”

“The doc said you hafta, Bill. They’re only gonna help ya.”

“I won’t. I won’t have ‘em. Haven’t done a damn thing for me since they drew down the dosage.”

“You can’t have those anymore. They told you.”

“Can’t have anything, then. Might as well blow my back out for good. It’d do you better. I might be in so much pain I won’t care about this damn secret.”

“Oh–don’t say that. You know I want to tell ya. Can’t find the words to,” she said. “Won’t ya stop working? That back of yours can’t take it and you know it. We don’t need the farm anymore, Bill. We’ve got more than enough to live off of. We don’t need it anymore, Bill.”

“It’s not about needing, Susan. It never was.”

“It’s become ‘bout needin’. Dammit Bill, you don’t get it. Right–that’s it–I’m putting my foot down. I won’t let you throw your back out for a crop we don’t need. It’s done, Bill. I won’t let ya.”

“Do what now?”

“I won’t let you. ‘Less you want a divorce–that’s how important this is to me. That’s how important you are to me, Bill. I can’t watch you wreck yourself. I won’t let ya.”

Bill stared at Susan and rose the glass to his lips. He looked out the kitchen window at the blood-red fruit covering the soil like a carpet. The sensation of their prickly but soft texture–and their leafy stems and the sound they made when he pulled them off and how they looked when he held them high up in his hands against the daybreak skyline and the feeling of picking each individual strawberry and knowing that they were his, they were his–reverberated in his head. They were his. His strawberries.

“Okay. Alright–if that’s what you think, Suze–you don’t give me much of a choice, do ya?”

“‘Less you want to hire those men down from the town? We’d still turn a big profit on this pull. They wouldn’t go to waste that way.”

“Yeah, no. You know what I think about lettin’ others on our crop.”

“I know. I thought I’d try, though. I’ve never seen ‘em this red. It’s a shame.”

“It doesn’t hafta be a shame.”

“No, Bill–what did I tell you–ya aren’t touchin’ another strawberry from this farm. I’m drivin’ up to the market tomorrow morning. I could take a look at what they have there for ya? At least get you something.”

“Yeah, no. You know I don’t want that commercial crap–it ain’t mine.”

“I know. But I feel like I needa do somethin’ for you. I just can’t let you back out on that field. I don’t know what would happen to you with one more harvest. I’m afraid there wouldn’t be anything left of ya.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me, Suze.”

Bill downed the rest of his glass and placed it in the sink. Before heading to the bedroom, he peered back out at the strawberry-filled fields glistening under the summer sunset. He smiled one last time and walked away from the window.

Bill and Susan laid in bed in silence. Susan had turned a horror flick on the television. Susan rolled onto her side facing Bill. He was staring at the ceiling.

“I can’t let you out for the harvest tomorrow.”

His eyes didn’t waver from the ceiling. She could see it–she knew how much it was hurting him.

“I can’t, Bill. I care too much about you.”

“They’ll rot.”

“You’ll rot.”

“Some things take priority.” He smiled. “Some things are more valuable than me.”

“You are more valuable to me. Bill, you said you wouldn’t. You told me you wouldn’t. I told you how important this is to me and you said you wouldn’t. Please–Bill.”

“You’re right Suze. I did say that.”

“Then you won’t? You won’t go out tomorrow?”

“That’s what I said. My back won’t let me anyways. I hope to get out of bed tomorrow, let alone get outside.”

“That’s good, then–then you can’t anyways.”

“It’s about time, isn’t it? For the last surgery.”

“It is.”

“When was it again?”

“Day after tomorrow. Seven A.M.”

“Right. Day after tomorrow.”

Bill took his eyes off the ceiling and reached for his glass. He brought the water to his lips and took a sip. He turned to put the glass back on the nightstand but a sharp pain struck his lower disc. Bill winced and the glass fell out of his hands, spilling over the carpet.

“Fuck.”

“Hun–lay back–stop that.”

“Can’t even put a glass of fucking water down.”

“It’s okay. I’ll fetch a towel.”

Bill stared back at the ceiling as Susan took a towel out from the bathroom. She set the glass back on the nightstand and put the towel over the spot on the carpet. Susan picked up the remote from his nightstand and switched the television off. She got under the covers and turned the lamp on her nightstand off. She couldn’t tell if he was still staring at the ceiling or not.

“You won’t, right?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“I know. But you won’t, right?”

“That’s what I told you.”

“Ok–alright then.” She put a hand on his side. “I know you want it more than anything right now–I know. But I don’t know how much pain I would be in if you did. I’m scared–Bill. I’m terrified. Your back can’t take another harvest–you can barely get around the house. And I–I can’t imagine how hurt I would be to see you like that. And I don’t want that. And right before your surgery. Please–Bill–promise you won’t. Promise me. I won’t be able to take that pain. I can’t.”

“That’s what I said. I don’t want to see you in pain over me either, Suze.”

“Ok.”

Susan took her hand back and turned away from Bill. She didn’t want to face him while she slept. She felt like the more she looked at him–the more she faced him–the more she knew how much he wanted it. Susan thought that–if she faced him any longer–she would see more and more how much he wanted it and she would give in, she would let him go out and pick in the field, she would let him blow his back out for good this time. She wouldn’t let that happen. She stayed to her side of the bed, facing the wall. Susan closed her eyes and thought back to when they first bought the land. Newlyweds working the fields, fixing the house, starting a life. They worked so hard–so hard–and they could relax now. But that glint in his eyes she saw the first day they stepped foot on the field never faded. He still had that look about him. Something that went beyond wanting a comfortable life for the two of them. Something he desired more. Something she didn’t entirely understand. Susan smiled and prayed–that everything would be alright–and forced herself to sink into the pillow.

Susan woke up naturally before the sun rose the next morning. She rolled over, finding Bill fast asleep, and let out a sigh of relief as she inched out of bed, barely lifting the covers, listening to Bill’s breath. She skipped brushing her teeth and grabbed the clothes she had set out the night before on her nightstand. Tip-toeing out the door, she turned the doorknob soundlessly, glanced at the bed one last time. Still snoring.

Susan snuck the door close until she heard the click and slipped into her garments, slid her jacket on with a sort of smoothness. Each move–each action–she performed with elegance, almost rehearsed. Breakfast got skipped. She rushed right past the kitchen. She wanted to get out of the house–didn’t want to take any chances–and find him fast asleep when she came back.

Through the living room, down the hall, and out the door–out the door. Opened, closed, locked, double-checked, she was out. Susan made it to the car and got in, careful to close the door. She turned the ignition key and fastened her seatbelt–there wasn’t time to let the car warm up. Leave. Get out. Get away. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

She let the car roll. She made it out of the driveway, onto the main road far enough, until she could no longer see the house, and the fences around the fields, or see their neighbors, and their neighbors’ neighbors, and she was certain she could not wake him–almost certain, she hoped.

Bill hadn’t dreamt in years, but knew it was one immediately. Rubbing his boots around in the brown soil, blood-red strawberries shining under the morning sun. Bill grinned a face he hadn’t been able to make in years and gazed up at the sunlight he had seen on so many harvests; his heart jumped with excitement. Accustomed to his poor back, he started with a stroll. But the pain was gone–he was in dreamland. He found himself pacing, then jogging and he broke out sprinting through the fields!

Green leaves atop red strawberries–heaven on earth! A few made their way off their stems and into his mouth and he remembered that sweet summer sensation with a hint of sour he had forgotten. It all rushed back to his mind at once. He was in dreamland–dreamland! Strawberries dropped one by one into his stomach and he felt at home–felt at peace.

Bill came to a stop at the center intersection of the field. He spun round and round and absorbed his life’s work. Each color, each shape, each fruit. All his. He smiled and smiled like he had when he first tilled the soil and planted his first crop, all those years ago. Bill lowered himself to the ground and laid down on the dirt, soaking it up. He shut his eyes and let the sun warm his eyelids and he couldn’t get the smile off his face. He laid for a while in awe and in nostalgia.

This must be joy, Bill thought.

Susan flew off the main road into the driveway and screeched to a halt. The car door swung open and she jumped out. She didn’t close it; she ran into the house. Susan fumbled the keys out of her pocket. They dropped and fell to the ground with a clink.

“Shit–shit,” she said.

Susan snatched them up and searched for the silver key she needed. Why now? Why hadn’t she taken it off her keychain? She scoured through each key two–three–four times. There! There! She nabbed it between her index finger and thumb and the rest of the keys went limp on the bottom of the chain. She wiped a drop of sweat away and fitted the key in the lock. Open! Finally open!

Susan spun the key and left the front door open. She dashed into the living room, and was headed through the kitchen when she realized she wouldn’t need to go all the way to the bedroom. That was when Susan realized she was too late. That she never should have gone out that morning. That she should have stayed with him. Frozen, she stared at the shattered glass door that led onto the back porch. The back porch that led to the fields. Stupid, terrible fucking fields.

Glass shards covered the floor. Susan sifted her feet through them, taking one big step onto the porch. Green plants shrouded her vision. She spanned the whole field, but didn’t have to look that hard for him. She ran back into the house, stepping over the mess of broken glass bits.

“Shit–shit–shit!”

She yanked the telephone off the kitchen wall and dialed 9-1-1. She suffocated the speaker with her ear and listened to its ring. Each second, each ring, felt like she was waiting a lifetime. It rang and rang and rang.

“9-1-1, what is–”

“An ambulance–I need an ambulance!”

“Ma’am, please calm down. What is the emergency?”

“I need an ambulance–my husband–my husband,” Susan panted. “He–he might be unconscious–or dead–or I don’t know–I need an ambulance!”

“OK, ma’am. Is he breathing?”

“Is he breathing? I don’t know–I don’t know–I need an ambulance! Send an ambulance!”

“OK, ma’am. Please stay calm. Could you tell me your address?”

“Yes–yes I can. 22 Fragaria Road–that’s the address. The big white house on the other side of Brittany Road in front of the strawberry farm. Come quick–really quick–as quick as you can!”

“OK, ma’am. We’re on the way. We’ll be there as quick as we can–”

Susan dropped the telephone from her ear and ran back out the door, down the porch steps, onto the dirt. She ran past hundreds and hundreds of strawberries, leaves and stems and fruit and dirt and there he was–center of the field like the farm branched out from him–laid down in his blue jeans, brown boots, red-black flannel shirt, and the biggest grin she had seen in decades. His eyes were closed and he held his straw hat on his stomach.

“Bill!” she cried, reaching him. “How? How did you get out? How? Why? Why would you do this? Why?”

She fell to her knees and shook him.

“Why? You said you wouldn’t! You promised!”

Her eyes were watered and her nose was runny. She shook him again and again. He didn’t move.

“I know I didn’t trust you. I had locked those doors for a reason. I had those locks prepared for weeks, Bill. Weeks!” she smeared tears away from her face. “I thought those locks would stop you. I did. I don’t know why I did. But I did. I thought you would figure what’s best and go back to bed. For me. By God was I a fool. I shoulda known it would happen. I shoulda never gone. To think you would smash the door open. I shoulda known. You’d do anything to get out, wouldn’t you? Anything. Make empty promises to me. I knew it–I knew you were lying–and I still left. Why did I leave? Why, Bill? Why? Why did you do this? Why did you do this to me?”

Bill laid still. A smile from ear to ear. Soundless. Susan sobbed and wept. She pounded her right fist against the dirt and caressed his cheek with her other hand.

“Fuck. Fuck. Bill–Bill! Please!”

Motionless.

“Bill! Please! I never told you the secret! Please–Bill! Is that why? I swear–I swear I’ll tell it! I swear I’ll do anything–anything! I can’t live without you–please–please. Bill–I can’t take it–I can’t take this.”

Susan rose to her feet and ran back toward the house. She ran past strawberries upon strawberries and made up her mind–she couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped through the broken door and stomped on the glass, into the kitchen. She found their cutting knife next to the sink and walked back to the glass door. On her way back out, she picked up the biggest shard she could find. One round piece different to the others stuck out to her so she picked it up. For some reason it was wet, but she didn’t think anything of it.

On the veranda, Susan looked straight through the field to Bill. She bawled in hysteria, and she no longer paid mind to the snot that flooded down her nostrils, mixed with the streams of tears. Now she was done–she had made up her mind–that was it. Susan lifted the shard of glass in her left hand up to her neck, and the knife in front of her chest with her right. Looking one last time at Bill’s silhouette hundreds of yards away in the middle of the field, she grieved in her loneliness.

Were they really that important?

At once both hands made contact and Susan dropped to the floor. The shard lacerated her flesh and blood splattered out of her neck while her shirt and jacket were engulfed with a dark red puddle. She spat blood out of her mouth as her consciousness faded, staring at the porch roof.

Did they really mean that much?

Bill woke to a man knelt beside him and distant sirens blaring. The man had two fingers on Bill’s wrist and his eyes glued to his watch. He noticed Bill try to move but kept staring at his watch.

“Sir, now that you’re awake, please stay calm. My name is Charles. I’m here to help you.”

“Charles. What the hell are you doing? Where the hell am I?”

“Sir, we received a distress call from your wife. We’re here to help you.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“Your farm, I presume, sir.”

“How the hell did I get here?”

“Do you feel lightheaded, sir? Short of breath?”

“No–no I don’t,” he said, checking his surroundings. “I feel the best I have in years, actually.”

Charles took his hand off Bill’s wrist and stood up. He offered him a hand, and Bill took it, standing up. He looked around at the strawberries and noticed the sun was a quarter of the way done for the day.

“Your heart rate is normal. Do you feel any pain? Loss of senses?”

“No, no. I feel better than I did yesterday.”

Bill looked toward the house and saw an ambulance parked on the dirt. A swarm of paramedics and police officers crowded the veranda. They started walking toward the house, and Bill was astonished to realize he didn’t have trouble walking like he normally did. Charles’s radio muffled and he grabbed it from his waist.

“Headed to the house with the older gentleman. No problems. Report on conditions?”

“She’s gone. We’ve confirmed.”

Charles latched the radio back onto his waist. He paused for a moment to wait for Bill’s reaction, but he didn’t have any.

“I’m incredibly sorry for your loss, sir. We’re able to assist you with anything you might need.”

Bill kept walking without expression. Approaching the veranda, Bill stared at the broken glass door and the broken glass pieces and the swarm of paramedics lifting a body on a stretcher–Susan’s body–which was painted a dark red from the chest down. Purple-red flesh exposed her throat. Her head was tilted back like it had detached from her body and her mouth was covered with dried blood. The paramedics reeled her in the back, and Bill caught a waft of strawberry scent as she passed by him. Bill watched a younger woman get in the back and motion toward him.

“Would you like to ride with us, sir?”

Bill stared down the woman without changing his expression–fixed in place. The woman outstretched her hand with a worried look. Bill didn’t move.

“We’ll take your name and phone number, sir,” Charles said. “And we’ll be in contact with you.”

Charles waved toward the woman. Bill watched the woman miss the door handle once, and when she reached the second time and grabbed it she looked away from Bill, closing the door tight. Charles gave Bill a pen and the back of a form to write on. He scribbled a few times, folded it up, gave it back. Charles placed the pen and paper in his back pocket and got in the passenger seat. Bill stood in the same place and watched the ambulance cruise around the side of the house, and then gone. Bill turned around with that same expressionless face and took in the sprawling bright red strawberry farm before him. He found a smirk on his face and walked into the endless field, never looking back at the white house he no longer needed.

#creative writing #writing #reading #cjwritesforyou

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simplegenius042 · 1 year ago

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FC5 Silva Omar Aesthetics

Bold - YES

Italics - Somewhat

HOLLAND VALLEY.

red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // cattails // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books// the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths crisscrossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

HENBANE RIVER.

cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // frogs in the reeds // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing

JOSEPH’S COMPOUND.

babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // bradford pear petals floating on the breeze

DUTCH’S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs// the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire // tear stained letters // old family photographs // the smell of a mildewy basement

#oc: silva omar #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #character aesthetic #i did my best with this #might even update later when i have time

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survey--s · 2 years ago

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507.

Have you ever fallen in public? Yeah, more times than I care to remember lol. I’m always tripping over my own two feet at work.

What were some toys you enjoyed in your childhood? Sky Dancers, Polly Pockets, Beanie Babies

Do you have any plans in the upcoming weeks? Mostly just work - I have a week of overnights coming up which is great financially but I never sleep properly when I’m at someone else’s house.

Do you have any allergies? Nickel.

Do you know anyone named after each season? My friend’s dog is Autumn, lol but that’s it.

What's the last thing you had to write down? A note for a customer yesterday to say her dog hadn’t done a poo.

What was the last thing you cleaned? I washed the pet dishes up and then cleaned around the sink.

Have you ever had a concussion? Yes.

What do you think of TikTok? I don’t use it.

Do you prefer long or short sleeve tops? It depends on the weather.

Have you ever held a wild animal? Yeah, a frog we once found up the woods.

Do you enjoy playing Uno? I’ve only played it once or twice.

Do you tend to speed when you drive? Eh yeah, sometimes.

Do you smoke cigarettes? No.

Do you get obnoxious when you’re drunk? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t, to be quite honest. It’s why I don’t really drink anymore - drunk people aren’t fun to be around.

Name one thing you do that people always tell you about. Talk too much about animals lol.

Are you superstitious? No.

Do you get bored with relationships quickly? Not if they’re good relationships.

Can you sleep without blankets covering you? I can, but not well. Even in the height of summer, I like having a duvet over me.

Who do you wish you could hang out with right now? Nobody, I’m pretty content to just be chilling with the dog (who’s currently napping and cuddled up to my leg).

Name one thing you absolutely can not stand. People who pull out on you at junctions and then decide to drive well below the speed limit.

Pick one: Papa John’s, Domino's, or Pizza Hut. Papa John’s.

Who was the first person to ever give you flowers? A boy named William at school.

What is something you do for other people that shows you care for them? I look after them and do jobs etc. to help them out.

What was the last animal/pet that you met? Like, a new pet? I don’t know - it was probably Oakley - he’s a fox red labrador.

Is there anyone in your life with whom your opinion changes on frequently? No, not really.

Do you ever look up set lists for concerts? No.

Is there a certain song or band who reminds you of specific people? Sure, pretty much every song or band out there reminds me of someone.

Would you prefer to take a picture of yourself, or have someone else take it for you? As long as it’s a good photo, I don’t care who takes it lol.

How often do you style your hair differently from how you normally style it? I have like, three hairstyles that I switch between depending on my mood.

What was the last thing to really surprise you? I can’t remember.

Is there something in particular you always seem to forget? No.

Have you ever tried making something from one of those short cooking videos? How did it turn out? I don’t think I have. I always think the recipes look really good and then I generally never bother again lol.

Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? Yeah, loads of times - I always try and leave reviews for independent businesses as I know how much difference it can make.

Do you ever interact with any brands/companies online? Yeah, a couple.

Is there anything you seem especially sensitive to, such as sounds, smells, etc? Yeah, I have sensory issues around texture, touch and certain smells.

What was the last board game you played? Monopoly is the only one we ever play.

Is anyone you work with currently on maternity leave or vacation? I’m self-employed and don’t have any employees or co-workers.

Favorite boy’s name? Zachary, Xavier, Alexander, Tobias.

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Definitely the baked stuff.

Name one of your friends’ children: Rosie.

What’s the middle name of your best friend? He doesn't have one.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? Uh, there are two within about an hour of here - I think the closest one is about half an hour away but it’s not very good.

Favorite girl's name? Sophia, Catelyn, Rosie, Alexa.

Are you in a relationship? If so, how long? Yeah, we’ve been together for seven years and married for almost five.

What food do you see the most of at baby showers? I’ve never been to a baby shower.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? The Dog Academy or Clarkson’s Farm.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? Yeah, for six years or so. It wasn’t actually the worst job in the world.

What’s the temperature range in your area? In winter it can get to below -15C, and in summer it can get up to +35C. I live by the mountains and the sea, so we get all the weather ranges lol.

Have you been around anyone that creeped you out? Yeah, for sure, especially a guy named Daniel who I met online. He was seriously creepy and bordering on obsessive with people. Ew.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? No - I can’t get over how hideous they are lol.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Uh, it’s not ringing a bell.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? No, they’re not really a thing here.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? I won a cute toddler contest once lol.

Which would you rather have, twins or triplets? Twins.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes.

Who/what makes you feel safe? My husband, my family, my animals, being at home.

What’s something you want, but feel like you will never have? Uhh, enough money to own my own horses.

Have you ever gone through a bad breakup? Of course.

Do you believe in Jesus? I mean, I believe a person named Jesus existed and that that person was crucified, but I don’t believe he was the son of God or anything like that.

Are you hard of hearing? Not really.

How many bones have you broken in your life? I’ve fractured my skull three times.

Have you ever had vertigo? No, my mum gets it though and it’s really horrible for her.

Has your house ever been robbed? No, but not long after I moved out, my parents’ house got broken into while they were sleeping upstairs and it freaked me out for weeks lol.

If you have a partner, do you have a song? Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden.

Have you or would you ever hold a snake? Yeah, I’ve done that at the zoo before. Snakes are pretty cool but I wouldn’t want to go anywhere near the venomous ones lol. I watched a programme once about a man who tried to make himself immune to snake venom by injecting himself with it and then allowing his body to heal itself...NOPE NOPE NOPE lol.

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Before The Storm

[Writing Music: https://youtu.be/h0AcvqihLgM]

An old trunk was pulled out from under the weathered, wood boards that made up their kitchen counter. It was a midsized trunk, made of gleaming wood and brass, accented with leather darkened by age. It was heavy for its size, both for the contents within and the memories that were attached to it as surely as the brass tacks that secured the leather covered corners. Dust was thick on the curved lid, coating Rose’s fingers as they unfastened the hasps and carefully lifted the lid.

They cough, eyes watering from the dust that filled the air like a cloud after the lid thunked against the back of the trunk. At least that’s what they told theirself, it was very dusty after all. The glassiness had nothing to do with the contents of the box. No, not in the least little bit. Surely their hands didn’t shake at all as they pulled the wax coated canvas bag out of the trunk, or broke the protective seal upon it with a flick of aether. Unlike the trunk, the bag and the contents within were in perfect condition. The leather-bound books and journals were ignored, as was the leather roll with tools carefully ensconced within. Instead, Rose’s fingers found the plush texture of velvet with the crisp contrast of fine woven linen. The tribes were pulled out of the bag, along with a hat, mask, gloves, and boots that all matched. The robes were a nondescript gray, but a touch of aether over the cloth altered the hue to a rich brown. Somethings one does not forget despite the passing of time. Brown wasn’t their best color, but it was better than the flaming orange that also suited the autumn months. Both colors symbolized the decline of the year for the Mahlvon. First the riot of yellow, red, and orange as the leaves give one last tribute to the bounty of summer. Then they fade and fall, crisp with death, to decay and nourish the ground as it sleeps through the chill of winter. Meaning within meaning wrapped up in these robes, things the Elezen never thought to contemplate again. But when duty knocked on your door in the form of defiant, but almost broken, hope how could one refuse? Too many had denied Rose’s dreams for them to do the same to another. One chance, one more time for memory to tear at their heart. One chance and they would send the miqo’te away, back to battle with a tribe that apparently didn’t want him anymore than they wanted Rose. That thought gave them pause, mind focusing on that tidbit so that the cloth in their hands was completely forgotten. Why was Blaise so keen to dismiss a potential student? Why were there so few Duramen that someone would seek them out as a trainer? Were things that bad? Or was it all smoke and mirrors? It had to be. There was no other explanation. The trial would expose a fraud easily enough, just get through this day and then they could wash their hands of the whole thing.

That decided, Rose abruptly gathered up the rest of the needed items from the trunk. The lid was carefully put back in place and the object slid back where it was pulled out of. Maybe this was why they kept the objects within for so long, went back to find them even after ties with the life they came from were abruptly severed. Was it stubbornness, nostalgia, or instinct that they would be needed once more? They couldn’t say, didn’t want to look close enough to find out either way. No, better to stop thinking and simply do. Now if only their memories would cooperate, the earlier threat of tears slowly rolling down Rose’s cheeks as they donned the costume of their youth. Guide, protector, warrior, and family, every bit of it was gone now. There were no children to cherish, no hands to hold, no stories to share, no well-known paths to walk and learn something anew. There was only duty now, cold and hollow and heavy without the rest to balance it. The last buttons were done up and the last ties laced and tugged into place. The hat, always a favorite, was set upon their head and the mask pulled down over mismatched eyes. The gaze of the heart was impartial, kind, and cruel, to be Duramen was to be nothing less. A quick look in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place and Rose turned away before they could think on what they saw. The back of their sleeve was angrily drawn across their cheeks before their head came up and spine straightened as if infused with steel. That resolve squared their shoulders and showed in their stride as they walked out of the home they made for themselves and back into the one left. One day, they could do this. Then it would be done. It’d best be done.

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sanches812 · 2 months ago

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20 Red Wood Texture Backgrounds

The visual appeal of red wood does not merely lie in its color; it is also about the story and emotions that these textures evoke. Red wood has a long-standing association with strength and durability, qualities that are valuable in both products and branding. The intricate grain patterns and natural variations in color add depth and character, creating a backdrop that emphasizes the nobility and uniqueness of the main idea.

Incorporating red wood textures is not just about aesthetics; it’s about creating a narrative that reflects the essence of the products or services offered. It symbolizes a connection to nature, craftsmanship, and authenticity—qualities that are increasingly important to today’s discerning consumers.

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Business as Usual: Office-Themed Toys for the Sex-Slave Playpen

Did widdle baby used to be a big business partner? How very sweet! Give age-regressed toys the most patronizing of presents: a frustrating, infantilized taste of their old life.

Briefcase Play Set. Shrunk-down version of the classic leather attache has one front pocket and a cheerfully chunky zipper, so it folds open with a loud ziiip! Inside, find a toy legal pad – it’s a small yellow paint-with-water board with lines to resemble grown-up writing paper. Colorless felt-tip water marker clicks like a real pen. What a cute way for baby to carry its board books! Steel zipper. Specify leatherette color: Beige, Black Patent, Black Matte, Hot Pink.

Office Dress-Up Set. It’s time to play “business people.” How cute! Masc set has two pastel clip-on ties and a pair of wool “penny loafer” slippers in deep brown. Femme set has clip-on pearl earrings and sweet little “high heel” booties – their stuffed heels instantly collapse if any weight is put on them – plus a velcro wraparound tweed skirt. Both sets include an adorable tan blazer, white collar dickie with easy-fasten buttons, and pin-on wet-erase name tag. Specify gendering: masc, femme, or both.

Plastic Office-Line Phone. Old-fashioned plastic play phone has a lightweight case, a stretchy spiral cord, and soft-touch number buttons to push. Press them, and the phone plays themed sound clips like “sell my shares in formula” and “let’s have a meeting.” Specify case color: Fire Truck Red, Shell Pink, French Blue, Bitter Chocolate.

Business Desk Ageplay Baby Walker. Adult-sized play gym traps baby’s padded bottom in a bouncy little seat with a “sensation sleeve” to hold ice or a vibrator over the sensitive parts. Roll it or lock it, and bind baby in place in many modular ways! At the front of the molded plastic tray is a chalkboard “name plaque” to fill out. Attached toys include some clicky “pens” tethered to the desk by multicolored ball chains. Center of the tray flips up to reveal a “laptop screen,” plus a recessed painted “keyboard” underneath; your slave can pretend to type up a report or eat lunch at their desk. Comes with a sippy “coffee cup” sized just right for the little cupholder! Plastic is faux grained oak with pastel accents.

Office Supplies Toy Set. Adorable wooden lap desk has an interior compartment to hold 15-piece set of office-supply toys. Wooden cup holds six primary-color binder clips for attaching to baby’s body wherever you please. Cute red plastic stapler begins to vibrate when it’s unfolded, but beware – pressing down on its jaws gives a snappy little shock to whatever’s in contact with the business end! A chain of silver paperclips has an “ID card” on the end for role-play. Vinyl “yellow sticky notes” make a pleasing noise when fanned, and a classic pink eraser is actually a soft slow-squish sensory toy. The mini pocket calculator plays soft musical tones when the buttons are pressed. There’s a set of vinyl file folders to categorize favorite coloring pages, too! Assorted primary colors and wood tones; specify Oak, Mahogany, or Satin Black wood finish.

Day Planner Bathtime Book. Soft vinyl book has six pages printed on both sides with checklists, to-do lists, and a pretend calendar for baby to fill out in colorful wet-erase markers (included). Then, dip it in the bath and watch that very important schedule wash away! Cover is shagreen-textured nylon; specify color: Powder Blue, Scout Khaki, Sensible Black.

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freshroadeggspainter · 9 days ago

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Rustic Christmas Decor Ideas to Bring Warmth and Charm to Your Home This Holiday Season

Looking to add a cozy, rustic touch to your Christmas decor this year? Rustic Christmas decor ideas blend natural elements with vintage charm to create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Think pinecones, burlap ribbons, wooden ornaments, and plaid patterns to create a festive farmhouse vibe. From rustic wreaths made of twigs to wooden sleighs and lanterns, there are endless ways to infuse your home with a rustic holiday spirit. Use earthy tones like red, green, and brown, and incorporate plenty of natural textures like wood, stone, and burlap. You can even mix in some cozy knit throws, rustic stockings, and handmade ornaments for a personal touch. Looking for more inspiration? Check out my Pinterest board packed with the best rustic Christmas decor ideas that will transform your space into a winter wonderland!

Head over to my pins board for more rustic Christmas decor inspiration and easy DIY ideas that will make your home feel extra festive this holiday season!

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farazdakstudio · 22 days ago

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How to Make Your Food Photography Stand Out

Food photography is an art that captures the beauty and essence of dishes, making viewers crave what they see. With the rising popularity of food blogs, Instagram, and culinary websites, high-quality food photography has become crucial. If you’re aiming to showcase your food in the best light possible, Farazdak Studio, known as the best photographer in New Delhi , shares expert tips to elevate your food photography. Here’s how to make your food photos pop and attract attention.

Key Tips to Make Your Food Photography Stand Out

Use Natural Lighting

Natural light can enhance colors, textures, and details, making food look more appetizing.

Avoid using flash as it can create harsh shadows and make the food look unnatural.

Shoot near windows or in outdoor settings, and consider using reflectors to balance shadows and highlights.

Choose the Right Background and Props

Your background should complement the food, not overpower it. Use neutral colors like wood, white, or soft tones to keep the focus on the dish.

Props like rustic plates, cutlery, or napkins can add depth but keep them minimal to avoid clutter.

Aim for props that suit the food’s style; for example, wooden boards for rustic dishes or elegant plates for gourmet items.

Focus on Composition and Framing

Rule of Thirds: Divide the frame into a grid of nine parts and place the main subject off-center for a more dynamic composition.

Close-ups: Get close to the food to capture details, such as the texture of ingredients or the layers in a dessert.

Negative Space: Use empty space to direct focus towards the dish. Negative space can add a minimalistic and professional look to your photos.

Highlight Freshness and Texture

Fresh ingredients look more vibrant, so photograph dishes soon after they’re prepared to capture their peak freshness.

Highlight textures by adjusting the angle, such as shooting from above to show the surface of a pizza or from the side to capture the layers in a cake.

Sprinkle fresh herbs, drizzle sauce, or add a garnish to make the dish appear mouthwatering and ready to eat.

Play with Angles

Experiment with different angles to find the best one for each dish.

Top-down view: Ideal for flat foods like pizzas or spreads with multiple items.

45-degree angle: Provides a perspective similar to how we see food on a table, great for cakes and bowls.

Eye level: Works well for foods with layers, like burgers or stacked pastries, to emphasize their height and structure.

Use Minimal Editing for a Natural Look

Keep editing subtle to maintain the dish’s natural appeal.

Adjust brightness, contrast, and sharpness to make the image crisp and vibrant, but avoid over-editing.

Tools like Lightroom or Snapseed can be helpful for quick, effective edits without compromising the food’s natural look.

Focus on Details and Small Imperfections

Little details can bring food photography to life. A sprinkle of sugar, steam rising from hot soup, or a splash of sauce can add excitement to the image.

Small imperfections, like crumbs around a pastry or a slightly melted scoop of ice cream, make the food look real and inviting.

Work with a food photographer in New Delhi like Farazdak Studio to capture these details and create photos that resonate with viewers.

Use Color to Create Contrast and Appeal

Vibrant colors can make food look more appealing and fresh. Use contrasting colors to make certain elements pop.

Bright ingredients like red tomatoes, green herbs, or yellow lemons add visual interest and depth to the photo.

Be mindful of the color harmony between the dish, props, and background to create a cohesive look.

Capture the Story of the Dish

Food photography isn’t just about the final dish; it’s about telling its story. Show ingredients, preparation steps, or hands adding finishing touches.

Incorporate elements that reflect the dish’s origin or style, such as chopsticks with sushi or rustic bread with soup.

Farazdak Studio, known as the best photographer in New Delhi, excels at capturing these storytelling elements that make each photo unique.

Invest in Quality Equipment or a Professional Food Photographer

Good photography equipment can make a difference in the final result. DSLR cameras, prime lenses, and a tripod are essential for sharp, high-quality images.

For businesses, restaurants, or brands, working with a food photographer in New Delhi like Farazdak Studio ensures top-quality photos that truly stand out.

Professional photographers understand lighting, composition, and editing, helping your food photography reach a professional standard.

Why Choose Farazdak Studio for Your Food Photography?

Farazdak Studio is recognized as the best photographer in New Delhi, specializing in high-quality food photography. Their experienced team brings a creative approach to each shoot, highlighting the best features of every dish and making it visually irresistible. With a keen eye for detail, Farazdak Studio delivers images that reflect the essence of the food and make it come alive on screen or in print.

Final Thoughts

Whether you’re a food blogger, restaurant owner, or a brand looking to enhance your food photography, applying these tips will help make your photos stand out. For professional results, consider working with Farazdak Studio, a trusted food photographer in New Delhi. Their expertise in lighting, composition, and food styling will elevate your food photography, attracting more attention and leaving a lasting impression on viewers.

Read more blogs:

Essential Photography Gear for Professionals

Model Portfolio Photographer in New Delhi: Capturing the Perfect Shot

Common Photography Mistakes and How to Avoid Them

The Role of Natural Light in Outdoor Photography

Originally published at https://farazdakstudio.blogspot.com on November 6, 2024.

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collectiveduspa · 1 month ago

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Top Trends in Fence Cladding: Elevate Your Yard’s Aesthetic

When it comes to enhancing the beauty and functionality of your outdoor space, fence cladding plays a crucial role. Not only does it define the boundaries of your yard, but it also contributes significantly to your property’s overall aesthetic. In this post, we'll explore the top trends in fence cladding, particularly focusing on timber options that are popular in the UK.

Natural Timber Boarding

One of the most sought-after trends in fence cladding is the use of natural timber boarding. Homeowners are increasingly drawn to the warmth and organic appeal of wood. Timber boarding offers a rustic charm that can complement any garden style, from contemporary to traditional. When sourcing timber, visiting a reputable timber store in the UK can provide you with high-quality options that suit your design vision.

Horizontal Slats

Horizontal slat fencing is gaining popularity for its modern, sleek look. This design trend emphasizes clean lines and can create a visually striking effect in your yard. Horizontal timber boarding can also enhance the perception of space, making smaller yards feel more expansive. Many homeowners appreciate the flexibility this style offers, allowing for various spacing between slats to create the desired level of privacy.

Far Eastern Hardwood 15 x 95mm T.G.V.

Key Features

Interlocking Cladding: Designed with a traditional tongue-and-groove (TGV) profile for a secure fit.

Versatile Usage: Primarily intended for indoor applications; if used outdoors, a protective finish is recommended.

Composite Materials

For those seeking a more sustainable option, composite materials made from recycled timber and plastic are becoming increasingly popular. These materials provide the look of wood without the maintenance issues associated with natural timber. They are durable, resistant to pests, and available in various colors and textures. When considering timber supplies, be sure to explore composite options that align with your sustainability goals.

Vertical Panels with Decorative Elements

Incorporating decorative elements into vertical panels is another trend that adds a unique touch to fencing. Homeowners are exploring various patterns, colors, and finishes to make their fencing stand out. This trend allows for personalization, turning an ordinary fence into a statement piece. Pairing timber with metal accents or paint can further enhance the aesthetic appeal.

Living Fences

A growing trend in landscaping is the use of living fences, which blend timber boarding with greenery. By combining timber with climbing plants or hedges, you create a beautiful natural barrier that enhances privacy while adding visual interest. This approach promotes biodiversity and contributes to a more environmentally friendly yard.

Western Red Cedar 18 x 144mm T.G.V. ST1

Key Features

Natural Beauty: Showcases a stunning range of warm tones, from light amber to deep brown, complemented by a fine, straight grain.

Durability: Naturally resistant to decay, moisture, and pests, ensuring long-lasting performance.

Versatility: Ideal for various design styles, with options for both horizontal and vertical installations.

Sustainability: PEFC Certified, sourced from sustainably managed forests, making it an eco-friendly choice.

Easy to Work With: Lightweight and easy to cut, facilitating a straightforward installation process.

Traditional T.G.V. Profile: Features a tongue-and-groove design for a snug and seamless fit.

Range of Lengths: Available in a full selection of lengths, allowing you to choose from a variety of options.

Conclusion

Choosing the right fence cladding can significantly elevate your yard’s aesthetic and functionality. Whether you prefer the classic look of timber boarding or the modern appeal of composite materials, there are numerous options to suit your style. When planning your next home improvement project, consider these trends to transform your outdoor space into a stunning sanctuary.

FAQs

What is the best timber for fence cladding?

The best timber for fence cladding includes cedar, redwood, and pressure-treated pine, as they offer durability and resistance to weather and pests.

Where can I find quality timber supplies in the UK?

You can find quality timber supplies at local timber stores or through reputable online suppliers that specialize in outdoor materials.

How can I maintain my timber fence?

Regular maintenance includes cleaning, sealing, and staining the wood to protect it from moisture and UV damage.

Are composite materials better than timber for fencing?

Composite materials are low-maintenance and resistant to rotting, making them a practical choice. However, timber offers a natural look and feel that some homeowners prefer.

Can I install fence cladding myself?

Yes, installing fence cladding can be a DIY project if you have the right tools and follow proper guidelines. However, for larger projects, hiring a professional may ensure better results.

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Crafting Stunning Wood & Resin Tables: A DIY Guide for UK Homeowners

Resin tables have gained immense popularity among homeowners and designers in the UK for their beautiful blend of natural wood and epoxy resin. Whether aiming for a sleek, modern aesthetic or a rustic, nature-inspired piece, resin tables can elevate any home decor.

Essential Materials and Tools for Resin Table Making

Before starting your project, gathering all the necessary tools and materials is important to ensure a smooth crafting process. Depending on the design—whether it's a resin bottle cap table or a resin river table—you'll need specific items like epoxy resin, wood, and moulds. This section outlines everything you'll need to create a flawless resin table.

Materials for Making Epoxy Resin Tables

Epoxy Resin:

Choosing the right epoxy resin is crucial for achieving a clear, durable finish. Pro Marine Clear Tabletop Epoxy Resin is a great option for beginners due to its ease of use. For more creative designs, metallic epoxy resin or mica powders can add stunning effects, perfect for projects like ocean-themed resin tables.

Wood Selection:

The type of wood you choose significantly impacts the overall aesthetic of your table. Classic woods like oak and mahogany work well for formal designs. In contrast, live edge wood is ideal for creating more natural, rustic looks, especially for live edge river tables. Pay attention to the wood's grain, texture, and durability during selection.

Resin Table Molds:

A good-quality resin table mold is essential for shaping your design. You can find molds in various shapes and sizes, from round resin table molds to custom ones for resin river tables. You can even create your mold at home using melamine or MDF boards, allowing for custom shapes and unique designs.

Adding Embellishments:

Embedding objects in resin is a fantastic way to personalize your table. Whether it's bottle caps, seashells, coins, or even small photos, you can make each piece one-of-a-kind. These embellishments are perfect for creating a resin bottle cap table or a photo resin table.

Selecting the Right Resin for Your Table

Your resin type will depend on your table's purpose and design. Here are some of the most popular options:

Clear Epoxy Resin:

This type of resin is ideal for highlighting the natural beauty of wood. It provides a glossy, transparent finish that enhances the grain, making it a great choice for live-edge coffee tables or oak and resin combinations.

Coloured Resin for Artistic Designs:

For bold, statement pieces, coloured resin adds vibrancy. Whether creating a red resin river table or an ocean-inspired blue resin table, adding pigments allows you to tailor the design to your desired style.

UV-Resistant Resin for Outdoor Tables:

Using UV-resistant resin is essential if you're making outdoor furniture, such as garden or patio tables. It protects against sun damage, ensuring the table maintains its colour and finish over time.

Preparing Your Wood and Table Design

Proper preparation is crucial for a successful wood and resin table. Whether crafting a live edge resin table or a more intricate epoxy resin river table, careful planning and wood preparation will help avoid problems like warping, cracking, or bubbles in the resin.

Making a Resin Wood Table

Choosing the Right Wood:

Start with a high-quality piece of wood, such as oak, mahogany, or live edge wood. Live edge wood is especially suited for river tables, as it preserves the tree's natural shape, adding unique character.

Sanding and Sealing:

Sanding the wood until smooth and sealing it properly is key. This step helps prevent bubbles in the resin and ensures a strong bond between the wood and resin.

Setting Up the Mold:

Building a sturdy mould is essential when working on a resin river table. Melamine or MDF boards are great for constructing a mold slightly larger than your table design.

Crafting a Resin Table Top Mold

Creating a custom resin table top mold gives you greater control over your final product. Whether you're working on a resin river table, a bottle cap resin table, or a custom coffee table, the following steps will guide you through the process.

Choosing Mold Materials:

Melamine or MDF boards are ideal for creating molds due to their affordability and ease of use. Apply a wax or release agent to prevent the resin from sticking to the mold.

Sealing the Mold Edges:

Use silicone to seal the edges of the mold to avoid resin leaks. This step is particularly important for projects like resin river tables, where the resin flows between wood slabs.

Sizing and Shaping the Mold:

Make sure your mold is slightly larger than your intended table size. This allows for resin overflow and results in a cleaner finished product.

Creating Different Types of Resin and Wood Tables

Resin tables come in various styles, each with its unique charm. From river tables to ocean-inspired designs, here's how to create different types of resin tables.

Making a River Table with Resin

Positioning the Wood:

Place two pieces of live edge wood with their natural edges facing inward, leaving a gap between them for the resin river.

Pouring the Resin:

Pour the resin in layers, adding pigments if you want a coloured river effect. Layering the resin prevents overheating and reduces the chance of bubbles forming.

Polishing the Surface:

Once the resin cures, sand and polish the surface to a glossy finish, enhancing the depth and richness of the resin.

Creating a Resin Wood Coffee Table

Layering Resin and Wood:

Layer resin pours to incorporate objects like coins or bottle caps between layers. This technique is perfect for creative projects like a resin bottle cap table.

Polishing for Perfection:

After the resin cures, sand and polish it to achieve a professional-looking finish.

Crafting an Ocean Resin Table

Building Depth with Resin Layers:

To replicate the look of ocean waves, pour multiple layers of blue resin, using white pigments to create wave-like effects.

Using a Heat Gun for Wave Patterns:

A heat gun can help move the white pigments, creating realistic wave patterns for an ocean-inspired table.

Conclusion

After completing your resin table, the final touch is polishing it to perfection. Use fine-grit sandpaper followed by a polishing compound to achieve a smooth, glossy finish. If your table will be used outdoors, consider applying a UV-resistant coating to protect it from sun damage and weathering. With your new skills, you're ready to create beautiful, custom resin tables that will enhance any space in your home.

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Tesdo | Best Interior Designers in Bangalore

Introduction

A home is more than just a living space; it’s a sanctuary that mirrors its owner’s personality, tastes, and lifestyle. Tesdo, a premier interior design studio, believes that each space should be an authentic reflection of its inhabitants — a perfect blend of beauty and functionality. Whether you're setting up a new home or reimagining your current one, transforming interiors is an exciting journey filled with potential.

In this blog, we explore transformative design ideas that Tesdo employs to turn homes into stylish, functional havens. From defining a personal style and choosing the perfect color palette to optimizing space and integrating sustainable elements, these strategies offer insights into creating spaces that are uniquely beautiful and practical. Let’s explore how Tesdo’s expertise can help bring your vision to life.

1. Define Your Style

Transforming a home starts with a well-defined style that resonates with its owner. Interior design is never a “one-size-fits-all” endeavor, as each person has their unique preferences. Tesdo works closely with clients to help them uncover and refine a style that speaks to them. This clarity forms the foundation of a successful design, creating a home that feels authentic and cohesive.

Popular Interior Design Styles

Modern: Characterized by clean lines, neutral tones, and a minimalist approach, modern design emphasizes simplicity and functionality.

Minimalist: True to its name, minimalist design strips away excess, focusing on essentials with open space, neutral colors, and uncluttered arrangements.

Rustic: Known for its warmth and natural textures, rustic design incorporates elements like wood, stone, and organic fabrics, ideal for cozy, inviting spaces.

Eclectic: For those who enjoy a blend of eras, colors, and patterns, eclectic design mixes and matches styles in a harmonious and visually interesting way.

Tesdo’s Approach to Personal Style

Tesdo’s designers curate looks that resonate with clients’ personal tastes, merging preferred styles with functional elements that suit their lifestyle. For example, Tesdo often provides mood boards or design templates to help clients visualize and refine their choices, leading to spaces that feel thoughtfully designed and effortlessly cohesive.

2. Use Color to Set the Mood

Color is a powerful design tool that influences the ambiance and mood of any room. Tesdo’s designers use color strategically to create spaces that are inviting, calming, or energizing, depending on their function and purpose.

Understanding Color Psychology

Different colors can evoke a wide range of emotions, making them an essential consideration in interior design:

Blue: Calming and peaceful, blue is ideal for bedrooms and bathrooms.

Yellow: Energetic and cheerful, yellow works well in kitchens and social spaces.

Green: Reflective of nature, green brings balance and is perfect for home offices or living rooms.

Red: Vibrant and attention-grabbing, red can add energy to dining rooms or be used as an accent.

Neutrals: Versatile colors like white, beige, and gray make rooms feel open and balanced.

Choosing a Palette

Selecting a color palette requires balancing personal preferences with the room’s functional needs. Tesdo crafts color palettes that seamlessly connect rooms, enhancing the home’s natural light and flow. For clients who prefer bold colors, Tesdo might recommend using vibrant shades as accents and balancing them with neutrals to maintain harmony.

Tesdo’s Expertise with Color

Tesdo’s team curates color schemes that reflect clients’ personalities and complement the home’s architectural features. Whether a cozy, neutral-toned bedroom or a vibrant, lively living room, each palette is designed to ensure that every room tells a unique story while fitting into the whole home’s aesthetic.

3. Optimize Lighting for Impact

Lighting is essential in interior design, shaping the functionality and atmosphere of a space. Tesdo’s approach to lighting focuses on maximizing each room’s potential by layering and positioning lighting sources strategically.

Types of Lighting and Their Uses

Effective lighting includes a mix of:

Ambient Lighting: General lighting that illuminates the entire room, often achieved with ceiling fixtures.

Task Lighting: Focused lighting for specific activities, like reading lamps or under-cabinet kitchen lights.

Accent Lighting: Used to highlight focal points, such as artwork or architectural features.

Tesdo’s Lighting Solutions

Tesdo designs customized lighting plans to enhance every room’s atmosphere and functionality. For instance, a bedroom might include soft ambient lighting with bedside lamps for reading, while a living room could feature a mix of overhead fixtures and accent lighting to create a cozy, versatile space.

4. Maximize Space with Functional Layouts

A well-thought-out layout is essential to creating a space that feels comfortable and cohesive. Tesdo’s design team prioritizes form and function, crafting layouts that make the most of the available space, especially in small homes or apartments.

Smart Space Solutions

For homes of all sizes, Tesdo maximizes space with thoughtful solutions:

Multipurpose Furniture: Using items like sofa beds, storage ottomans, and extendable tables helps create flexible, adaptable spaces.

Vertical Storage: Adding shelving and storage units vertically can free up floor space, creating a more open feel.

Room Dividers: Stylish screens or bookcases can help define separate zones without taking up much space, especially in open-concept layouts.

Tesdo’s Approach to Custom Layouts

Tesdo’s designers plan layouts that balance practicality with aesthetic appeal, ensuring that each room serves its intended purpose. From spacious, open-concept living rooms to cozy bedroom sanctuaries, Tesdo’s layouts are customized to fit each client’s unique lifestyle.

5. Add Character with Décor and Accessories

Décor and accessories bring personality to a space, reflecting the homeowner’s identity and interests. Tesdo encourages clients to choose décor that resonates with them, whether it’s a meaningful artwork, a family heirloom, or an accent that adds a pop of color.

Key Décor Elements for Every Room

Artwork: Adds color, creates a focal point, and gives insight into the homeowner’s tastes.

Rugs: Define spaces, add warmth, and introduce texture to rooms.

Plants: Bring a touch of nature indoors, improve air quality, and soften the look of hard surfaces.

Tesdo’s Eye for Styling

Tesdo’s designers bring rooms to life by adding thoughtfully selected décor that complements the overall design. With a mix of functional and decorative pieces, they create spaces that feel both stylish and personal.

6. Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Choices

Tesdo promotes eco-friendly design practices, emphasizing sustainability in materials and practices. Choosing environmentally conscious options not only benefits the planet but also contributes to a healthier indoor environment.

Sustainable Design Tips

Furniture: Opt for pieces made from sustainably sourced or recycled materials.

Low-VOC Paints: Using paints with low VOCs reduces harmful emissions, enhancing air quality.

Energy Efficiency: Install energy-saving lighting, windows, and appliances to reduce electricity usage.

Tesdo’s Commitment to Sustainability

Tesdo is dedicated to sustainable design, recommending green products and sourcing materials locally whenever possible. This commitment ensures that clients’ homes are both beautiful and eco-friendly.

7. Specialized Design Ideas for Specific Spaces

Bedroom Design

Bedrooms are personal sanctuaries, and the design should reflect tranquility and relaxation. Tesdo recommends soft color palettes, comfortable furniture, and layered lighting to create a calming space. Custom headboards, bedside tables, and plush rugs can add a luxurious feel to the room, while ample storage ensures a clutter-free environment.

Living Room Design

The living room is often the heart of the home, where people gather, relax, and entertain. Tesdo designs living rooms to balance comfort and style. Sectional sofas, textured rugs, and accent walls add depth, while thoughtful lighting — from chandeliers to floor lamps — enhances the room’s ambiance. Tesdo also incorporates elements like plants and artwork to create a welcoming space.

Kitchen Design

Kitchens are highly functional spaces, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be stylish. Tesdo’s kitchen designs incorporate sleek cabinetry, ample counter space, and efficient storage solutions. Adding under-cabinet lighting, a bold backsplash, and functional island seating are ways Tesdo makes kitchens both practical and beautiful.

False Ceiling Design

False ceilings add a modern, sophisticated touch to interiors while hiding wiring and ductwork. Tesdo often uses gypsum or plasterboard ceilings, incorporating recessed lighting or LED strips for added visual appeal. By using layered ceiling designs, Tesdo can add dimension and interest to any room, enhancing the overall ambiance with customized lighting options.

Conclusion

Interior design is about more than just aesthetics; it’s a way to create spaces that offer comfort, functionality, and a sense of belonging. Tesdo’s expertise in transforming homes lies in its ability to blend personal style with practical design principles, ensuring each project is unique to its client.

Whether you’re looking for a complete home overhaul or a few impactful updates, Tesdo is here to bring your vision to life. Reach out today to begin your journey towards a beautifully designed home that’s uniquely yours.

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