#vintage wooden bank

[eyesearchedandfound]

Those charming souvenirs from 1960s.

A bank like this one will only bring back memories to those of us over a certain age --and for everyone else, we feel for you that you no longer find these in gift shops by the lake or the beach or the mountain trail. Make no mistake, there are souvenirs but now they usually come from China.

The old ones were usually made by hand by someone somewhat local and they always had a cute sticker applied to remind you of your visit to the Smokey Mountains, Lake George or Stone Harbor NJ.

Leaving that gift shop with a memento in hand was truly a vacation experience. And keeping them on the shelf at home to remember the fun family time was crucial for all those inevitably lonely, sad moments that come with growing up.

This one is available on my Etsy shop isearchedandfound.com.

[yourbelgianthings]

the most waterparks per capita in the country! (click for quality, id under cut)

id: a vintage postcard illustration style design, the background is an image of the green bank telescope in a field with a cloudy blue sky it has an oil paint texture, the text says Slide into and the Slippery City! in script font with a white drop shadow above and below the main larger text that says KEPLER, the back outline is muted robin's egg blue and the bottom outline is orange with gray halftone, each letter is filled with a different image: the K is a snow covered mountain with trees, E is a pine tree in the mountains, P is a waterpark slide and pool, L is a road curving through the autumn woods, E is a large wooden lodge in the forest, and R is a road curving into the horizon of trees, the entire image has a grain overlay end id.

[lifeofpriya]

City of Love, Pool of Dreams - Thomas Ceccon

author's note: no gif this time unfortunately 😔 this fic may or may not have been come to fruition thanks to @2manytabsopen and i's daily chats and yeah...i hope y'all enjoy this Olympic-edition fic!

summary: A chance encounter during the Olympics ignites a passionate romance between you and a certain Italian swimmer...

You found yourself in Paris, the City of Lights, during the Olympics. The cobblestone streets were alive with the electricity of competition and camaraderie. Athletes from around the globe mingled with tourists and locals, creating a pattern of languages, colors, and emotions. As you strolled along the banks of the Seine, the gentle murmur of the river mixed with the distant cheers from the nearby stadiums. You paused at a small café, drawn in by the aroma of freshly baked croissants and the sound of laughter spilling out onto the sidewalk.

As you opened the door to enter the café, you accidentally bumped into someone exiting. You turned to apologize, and your eyes met green eyes that were so familiar to you, but you couldn't place where from.

"Pardonnez-moi," you murmur, the words slipping out at the same moment you realize who you've collided with. Thomas Ceccon, the Italian swimmer you've watched race to victory on TV recently, stands before you, his wavy hair slightly disheveled from the encounter. He smiles and extends a hand to help you regain your balance.

"It's quite alright," he says, his Italian accent lilting the words like a melody. "I should have been more careful." His eyes dance with good humor, and you can't help but feel the warmth of his presence.

You take his hand, noticing the firm grip of a trained athlete. As you both laugh off the minor collision, the café's door swings shut behind you, leaving the bustle of the street outside a muffled backdrop to your conversation. The interior is cozy, with wooden tables and chairs that have seen a thousand conversations, and walls adorned with vintage posters of French cinema. The smell of strong coffee and freshly baked bread fills the air, making your stomach rumble.

"Would you like to join me?" Thomas asks, gesturing to an empty table by the window. You nod eagerly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This is not a meeting you could have ever anticipated.

The sun breaks through the clouds as you sit down, casting a warm glow over the café. The bell above the door jingles again, announcing the arrival of more customers, but you're too caught up in the moment to pay them much mind.

"So, what brings you to Paris?" Thomas asks, his eyes genuinely curious. His casual demeanor puts you at ease, and you find yourself sharing more than you usually would with a stranger.

"I'm just here to watch the games and take in the sights," you reply, smoothing out your clothes, still slightly disheveled from the collision. I've always wanted to visit during the Olympics. It's like the whole world is here."

Thomas nods, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "It's incredible, isn't it? Everyone coming together for the love of sport. Have you seen any of the competitions yet?"

You admit that you haven't had the chance to attend any events in person, but you've been keeping up with the news. "I haven't had a chance to get tickets, but I've been watching the highlights every night," you say, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

Thomas's eyes light up. "Well, I might be able to help with that," he says, a playful smile playing on his lips. "I have an extra pass for the 4 x 100m medley relay finals tomorrow. Would you like to come?"

Your heart skips a beat. "Are you serious?"

Thomas nods, his smile growing wider. "Absolutely. It's going to be an incredible race. And it's my last event before I head home."

You can't believe your luck. Sitting in a quaint Parisian café with an Olympic gold medalist, sipping on steaming cups of café au lait, and now being offered a ticket to the most anticipated swimming event of the games. "I'd love to," you reply, trying to keep your cool. "But aren't you supposed to save those for family or something?"

Thomas waves off your concern. "My family's already got theirs. Besides, I'd rather share the experience with someone who truly appreciates it. Plus, I think it'll be more fun to have a friendly face in the crowd." His words warm you from the inside out, and you find yourself accepting his generous offer without hesitation.

The rest of the afternoon is a whirlwind of conversation as you share stories about your hometowns and your own passions. Thomas tells you about his rigorous training to get to the Olympics, and you listen, captivated by his dedication and love for the sport. In return, you speak about your own life, feeling surprisingly open with this charming stranger.

As the sun dips lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the café, you both realize the time has flown by. "I should get going," Thomas says, glancing at his watch. "I have to be at the village soon. But I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Thomas leaves a generous tip on the table and stands up, his tall frame towering over the tiny chairs. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and extends his hand once more. "It's been a pleasure," he says, shaking yours firmly. "I'll meet you at the stadium's east entrance at 7 pm tomorrow then. Don't be late!"

You nod, your heart racing. As you watch him weave through the café and out the door, you can't shake the feeling that this is all a dream. The café seems to deflate slightly without his energy, and you sit there for a moment, lost in thought. The rest of the afternoon is a blur of preparation - finding the perfect outfit, re-reading the event schedule, and trying to calm your nerves.

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Soon enough, tomorrow arrives. You wake up early, the excitement of the night before still buzzing in your veins. You take your time getting ready, choosing an outfit that is both comfortable for the long day ahead and presentable enough to be seen with someone as notable as Thomas. The sun is high in the sky by the time you leave your hotel room, casting a golden hue over the city.

You arrive at the stadium with time to spare, the anticipation building with every step you take towards the east entrance. The grandeur of the Olympic venue is a stark contrast to the quaint café where you'd met Thomas. The air is thick with the scent of popcorn and anticipation as fans from every nation mill about, adorned in their country's colors.

As you wait, you can't help but feel a twinge of doubt. What if he forgot about you? What if he'd just been being polite? But then, like a beacon of hope, you see him approaching, his green eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. He waves, a grin spreading across his face, and you wave back, feeling a flutter in your stomach.

"You made it!" Thomas says as he reaches you. He's wearing the Italian team's colors, and the Olympic rings on his jacket glint in the sun. Are you ready for an unforgettable night?"

You nod, unable to find the words to express your excitement. He takes the ticket from you and leads the way through the throngs of people to the designated section. The stadium is a cacophony of noise, with fans from all corners of the globe cheering and waving flags. The atmosphere is electric, and you can feel it zipping through the air.

As you take your seat, you're struck by the sheer size of the pool. It stretches out before you, a blue expanse that seems to go on forever. The starting blocks gleam under the lights, and you can't help but imagine the tension that must build up there, the anticipation of the race to come.

Thomas notices your awe and chuckles. "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?" he says, his voice full of pride. "This is where dreams are made or broken."

"Go get them, Thomas!" You couldn't help but smile at the Italian as you nudged him playfully. His eyes lit up with a competitive fire, and you knew he was eager to dive into the water. The air was thick with anticipation, and the hum of the crowd was a constant reminder of the magnitude of the event unfolding before you.

As the evening progressed, the tension grew palpable. Athletes from various countries paraded into the arena, each step they took resonating with the weight of their nation's hopes and dreams. The time for the 4 x 100m medley relay grew nearer, and you found yourself leaning forward in your seat, the excitement building with every minute that ticked by.

Thomas's team was announced, and the crowd erupted into a symphony of cheers. You spotted him in the pool area, his eyes focused and intense. He caught your gaze and flashed a quick smile before turning his attention back to the water. Your heart raced in sync with the rhythm of the crowd as the starting gun went off.

The swimmers dove in, and the race began. Each stroke, each kick, every split second counted. The Italian team took an early lead, and you found yourself standing, hands clutched together, willing Thomas and his teammates to victory. The sound of water splashing and the buzz of the audience created a crescendo of energy that seemed to pulse through the entire stadium.

You watched Thomas's powerful strokes, his arms slicing through the water like a knife. The Italian fans around you were a sea of green, white, and red, their shouts of "Forza, Thomas!" echoing in your ears. As he approached the final stretch, you could see the determination etched on his face, the muscles in his arms bulging with the effort.

The race was tight, with the Americans and the Australian teams hot on Italy's heels. The tension in the air was so thick you could almost taste it. You held your breath as Thomas made the final turn, his legs kicking furiously. The crowd's cheers grew louder, each one a shout of encouragement that propelled him forward.

As Thomas reached for the wall to tag his teammate for the final leg, you felt your heart pound in your chest. The Italian team was still in the lead, but the margin was slim. You watched the final swimmer, the freestyler, dive in and slice through the water like a torpedo. The stadium was a blur of motion and sound around you, but your eyes remained fixed on the pool.

The race was a nail-biter, with the lead changing hands multiple times. The American swimmer was closing the gap, their strokes powerful and precise. You could see the determination in the Italian's eyes as he kicked harder, reaching deeper for the speed that had brought him to this moment. The crowd around you was a mix of hope and fear, each nation's supporters willing their team to victory.

As the race's final moments ticked by, the Italian freestyler pulled ahead, his stroke a thing of beauty and strength. The crowd's roar grew deafening, a wave of sound that seemed to lift the swimmers out of the water. You clenched your fists, feeling your heart race in time with the music's pounding bass and the cheers' rhythm.

Then, it was over. The Italian swimmer's hand slapped the wall, and the buzzer rang out. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause. You looked at Thomas, who was now standing at the edge of the pool, chest heaving and a smile of pure triumph spreading across his face. The Italian flag was draped over his shoulders, and his eyes searched the stands for yours.

When he found you, his smile grew even wider. He pointed at you, the universal gesture for 'we did it.' You couldn't help but laugh and cheer along with the rest of the crowd. The adrenaline rushing through your veins mirrored the race's intensity, and you felt a part of the victory, despite being a spectator.

After the race, Thomas made his way to the stands, navigating through the ecstatic Italians. His teammates hugged him tightly, their faces a mix of exhaustion and elation. When he reached you, his eyes sparkled with excitement. "Thank you for being here," he said, his voice hoarse from the chlorine and the screams.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath from the excitement. "That was… amazing," you managed to say.

Thomas leaned in closer, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of the stadium. "It means so much to have you here," he said, his eyes searching yours. "I couldn't have done it without you."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond. Before you could say anything, a swarm of reporters and photographers descended upon the victorious team. Thomas was swept away in a whirlwind of flashing lights and questions, but not before winking at you and promising to catch up later.

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As the excitement of the relay finals waned, you made your way out of the stadium, feeling both exhilarated and slightly lost. The night air was cool against your flushed skin, and the city's lights twinkled like stars in the sky above. You wandered the streets of Paris, the games' energy pulsating through the city's cobblestone veins.

You soon found yourself on the pathway that led to the Eiffel Tower, the iconic structure casting its shadow over the bustling city. The air was still electric with the excitement of the games, but here, amidst the tourists and lovers, there was a sense of peace. You decided to sit on a bench, giving yourself a moment to process the whirlwind of emotions you felt from watching Thomas' victory.

As you sat there, the Tower's lights began to twinkle, a magical sight that seemed to mirror the spark in Thomas' eyes when he'd found you in the crowd. The sound of a distant accordion played a soft tune, and you felt a gentle nudge of nostalgia for a place you'd only just arrived in.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Mind if I join you?" Thomas appeared, out of breath but beaming. He'd managed to escape the media storm and track you down. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes searched yours, looking for the same awe that you'd seen in the pool.

You nodded, your heart racing. "How did you find me?"

Thomas shrugged off his backpack and sat beside you, his eyes still gleaming with excitement. "I had a feeling you'd be here," he said with a grin. "This is where everyone comes to reflect on the magic of Paris."

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of camaraderie that went beyond the typical fan-athlete dynamic. The Tower's lights continued to dance above you, casting a soft glow on the two of you as you sat in companionable silence, watching the world go by.

Thomas leaned back on the bench, his eyes still glued to the Eiffel Tower. "You know, I've competed in so many places, but there's something about Paris that's just… special."

You nodded in agreement. "It's like the whole city is alive with excitement."

Thomas turned to you, his eyes shining with a newfound warmth. "And meeting you has made it even more unforgettable."

You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to find the right words to respond. "Thank you," you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas' smile grew softer, and he leaned in slightly. "Do you believe in destiny?"

You tilted your head, considering his question. "I like to think so," you replied, your voice barely audible over the Tower's twinkling lights.

Thomas nodded, his gaze lingering on the Tower before returning to you. "Then I guess it was destined for us to meet here," he said, his voice a gentle caress against the night air.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your palms begin to sweat. You had never felt so alive, so seen. "I suppose it was," you murmured, not quite meeting his gaze.

The Tower's lights continued their rhythmic dance, casting a soft, romantic glow on the two of you. The accordion's tune grew faint, as if giving way to the conversation that was about to unfold. You looked up at Thomas, his features softened by the dim light, and realized that this moment was more than just a chance encounter. There was something genuine in his eyes, something that made you want to believe in fairy tales and happy endings.

"So, what happens now?" you asked, breaking the silence. Thomas took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Now, we enjoy the magic of Paris," he said, his voice filled with promise. "We've got the whole night ahead of us."

[credince--writes]

Can we talk more about Captain Daddy? All thanks to @glossysoap and @sprout-fics pls and thx for unearthing these brainworms I can't get out of my head.

And i have very distinct vision for the double teaming taking place here. (and no, i know it isn't realistic, but that's half the fun haha)

Yk what under the cut

I can see them both on some form of leave lingering in Mactavish's shop, shooting the shit while looking at some kind of project they've been 'working on' for the last 5+ years (It's A) related to a vintage vehicle, or B) related to some kind of drift boat to go fishing out of and they much prefer simply sitting by the bank to fish). A long standing agreement between the two neither seemed to break off with the introduction of you into their lives.

Some minor transgression or outright game to get the blood flowing (I fully believe every Easter someones hunting the Easter Bunny- running around stark naked in a bunny costume- accept it isn't a costume. It's just ears, paws, and a bunny-tailed buttplug. And let's just say neither of the men could get the paws to fit on their hands.) A snarky little remark of this prefabricated game, the lines you know you can toe and that you know how to push Mactavish's buttons like nobodies business.

It's one of those snarky comments about maybe if you weren't too busy sucking eachother's dicks out there you'd have heard me come home, love. That has you in the situation you're in now.

Bent over one of the barstools tucked into your kitchen's little island, groceries forgotten and set down in their plastic bags on the countertop. Tummy down against the vinyl upholstery, you can help but feel the wood dig into your hips from the chair beneath you. the length of your legs make it so your feet can barely touch the ground. Even so Mactavish has your legs kicked out so far and a hand gripped in your hair that the only support you can muster for your upper body is sliding your arms down the wooden legs closest to you and just holding on.

Anything on your lower half already pulled down and discarded- all Mactavish has to do to confine you to this space is simply keep his left arm extended with the grip in your hair. Hips trapped between the seat and the tension forcing your back to curl down and around. The four legs of the chair holding you steady, regardless of the occasional creak if he leans his bodyweight into it. (this isn't the first time) The height of the chair also makes it the perfect angle to prop your ass up at a casual swatting level. Bare heat on display, he'll smack it until he's decided you've learnt your lesson (you haven't) or the wetness accumulates enough to glisten, smearing around your thighs with his "punishment".

It's not until the static of your headspace is interrupted by a second, large hand smoothing up your spine. Recognizing that docile headspace you've been reduced down too- boiled down fruit into a syrup, ready to spread across his dessert. Does he lazily pull his cock out, not bothering to drop his pants- bringing that warm hand down to your throat- up under your chin where his thumb and middle finger wrap fully around your face coaxing your mouth open, and feed it into the back of your throat.

He dosen't always move right off the bat- sometimes he'll wait until Mactavish slides a finger or three into that sopping mess and use the momentum of the fingers inside of you to fuck you against the chair and into the hulking mass of flesh before you- and down your throat.

Mactavish will chastise you, the bad cop of the bunch questioning why they should even entertain making you feel good when you're only a brat. Not until your whining and begging- with the Price seated fully down your throat, he likes the feeling of you struggling to speak- does Price start to combat it. Smoothing hands over your cheeks and hushing the whines coming out of your stuffed mouth. There's other things you need to be focusing on other than chatting, love.

The mouth-stuffed garble of 'Daddy' when Mactavish seats himself fully from behind, grabbing hold of the seat of the poor little bar stool before putting it's wooden frame to work.

Price simply leans against the countertop and inspects the stonefruit you'd selected when shopping- he forgot peaches were in season, he'd have to ask you how to make him that delicious cobbler you'd made last time he was over for dinner- when you were able to speak again. It wouldn't be any time soon.

[gvfmarge]

Lighthouse of my Soul - Chapter One

Hi everyone!

This is my very first multipart fic! I hope you enjoy it! I’m feeling a little underwhelmed with how this first chapter turned out. I want it to be more, so hopefully you’ll stick around! I’m hoping to grow my writing a with this fic and maybe get some feelings out while doing it. This is going to be a bit of a slow burner, so be gentle with me, I’m a baby!

(Ghost)Jake x Reader

Warnings: none? Some cussing, some slightly spooky stuff but not too much for now.

I’ve also never had a tag list, so if you’re interested in the next parts just let me know and I’ll tag you! Xoxoxoxo

Were you running away? From what? It didn’t matter. You felt like you had finally reached your destination. You felt the ocean was your new beginning. The Outer Banks had always been your comfort place, growing up vacationing here was always your favorite. It felt like home every time you visited, so it was a no brainer when you had been offered a temporary position at the local newspaper in Hatteras. You felt that you were going to finally make something of yourself. All the hard work you had put into studying and writing was going to pay off. 

You had luckily stumbled upon a tiny cottage to rent. The owner explaining it had been built in 1874 and had weathered many storms and tribulations. It had originally been part of the life-saving station before they had built a newer building and eventually became the Coast Guard. The house had endured damage along the years from storms and each time had been repaired. When you stepped foot inside, you could feel the history. The floorboards squeaked with each step inside, taking a deep breath it smelled like sea salt and fresh air. Everything in the house was basically original. The dark hardwood floors showed signs of wear, with little scratches here and there and you could see the discoloration throughout the house where many footsteps had worn down the stain. The walls were fully covered in shiplap and had been sanded down and painted a beautiful light blue color. The kitchen was small, with only 3 overhead cabinets, a small older fridge and a stove. The living room was connected to the kitchen, you could barely see where the owners had taken out the wall to try and have somewhat of an open concept. Slowly inspecting each room, you came to realize just how small it was compared to the pictures you had viewed online. You realized you might not even have enough space for a couch and a table, but you would figure logistics out later. Walking up the steep rickety stairs you came upon a short hallway, at the end was a window stretching from the ceiling to the floor with an amazing view of the beach and ocean outside of the house, from the second floor it seemed you could see forever over the horizon. There are two bedrooms split by the hallway. Looking inside the room to your left, you noticed a small desk sitting underneath a window looking out to the ocean. On it, sat an empty white vase and a typewriter. It piqued your curiosity, the home came unfurnished and you were not made aware of anything left behind for you to use. 

Walking over to it, you sat down in the tiny wooden chair and ran your fingers over the vintage keys. As soon as your fingertips met with the cold metal, you felt electricity flow through your hand, up your arm and down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you quickly pulled your hand away. The shock and stress of moving must be getting to you, you thought. You gazed out the window taking in the ocean waves. You were finally alone, it felt peaceful but somehow, you felt a longing in the house. There was something that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. 

You felt a presence with you and quickly turned around to the entrance of the room. You could have sworn you felt eyes on you but there wasn’t a soul there. You slowly turned your body around again to face the window and your mind wondered back to the memories you had that led you here. Suddenly, a faint smell of tobacco burning filled the room. The sweet but heavy aroma seemed to swirl around your body. It was intoxicating but slightly overwhelming. You felt frozen for just a moment, not quite understanding what was happening. With another deep breath you slowly stood up and scanned the room for any sign of someone else. As quickly as the tobacco smell came, it was gone. You shrugged the smell off to the history of the cottage and made your way back downstairs to begin unpacking and making yourself finally feel at home. 

The sun had slowly crept through your first floor windows and shown brightly against the kitchen cabinets. You looked at the clock you had just hung on the wall to see that it was 6pm. You had worked for hours trying to unpack all of the boxes the moving company had just piled into your living area. Thankfully, the moving company had taken your mattress upstairs for you so you didn’t have to figure out how to lug it up the tight cornered stairs by yourself. Deciding it was best to take the empty bedroom, you asked them to place it under the window that overlooked the ocean. The bedrooms were narrow, with only about two feet of space between both sides of the mattress and the walls. At the other end of the room was a built in closet that was actually a nice size considering how small the whole house was. The door opened up beside the closet, so there was really no other option for your bed. You were not a fan for your bed to be facing the door or the closet, but it would have to work. 

 Boxes on top of boxes had somehow dwindled down to a select few that you didn’t know what to do with. As you carefully climbed the steep stairs with box in tow, you felt just how tired your legs really were. You had climbed these stairs at least a thousand times today just trying to get everything in your desired spot. You had been avoiding the typewriter room. It just felt odd to you and you really had no use for it now, so deciding to use it as storage for now, you slowly pushed the heavy wooden door open with the cardboard box and peaked inside. No one, just the lonely typewriter. There was such a sadness in the room and you didn’t know how. There was no explanation but you understood with old houses came a lengthy wrap sheet of history inside the walls. You finished bringing the random boxes into the room to go through later. Slowly exiting the room, you once again felt goosebumps raise across your skin. You quickly slammed the bedroom door shut and almost ran down the stairs. 

“You’re just imagining things, it’s an old house. You’ve watched too many scary movies.” Scoffing to yourself. You turned to the front door which was from top to bottom glass and stared out to the ocean. You felt such a connection. There was just something special about the ocean. It always made you feel whole, even as a child when you didn’t know you were missing something, you knew it was to be in awe of. 

You made a mental note to buy curtains to place over the front and back doors to keep your privacy. The two doors mirrored each other in the house, you could walk a straight line from the front door to the back door and see right through both doors of glass. 

That night you sat in the floor of your living room, using an empty cardboard box as your coffee table to eat the pizza you had ordered in off of. Thankfully you did have a TV, so there would be a little bit of entertainment to keep you occupied before you started your new position on Monday.  

After watching what seemed like hours of trash TV, you decided to tuck yourself in for the first night in your new home. Brushing your teeth and doing your skincare in the only bathroom downstairs, you stared at yourself in the mirror. “Am I actually doing this? Is this actually real?” Your mind was spinning miles a minute and you hoped you would be able to turn it off enough to get a little rest. The first night in new homes never seems to go smoothly. You either can’t sleep because it’s too quiet or the ceiling fan is too loud, or the room is too hot or too cold. You were nervous for what you would find when you made your way upstairs in the darkness. You huffed when you realized the owners hadn’t thought of putting a light in the stairway when they remodeled the house, so you had to use your senses to make sure you didn’t fall tumbling down to the bottom. 

At the top of the stairs, you sped walked to get inside your bedroom and practically slammed your bedroom door shut. “What are you so afraid of.” You laughed at yourself. This would be a long summer if you couldn’t get it together. Crawling into bed, really just your mattress on the floor, you turned the switch of the lamp off and faced the window that was on the left side of the bed. You could only see the stars and the moon through the window panes, you stared for what seemed like minutes until your entire bedroom was suddenly lit up with a bright white light. You shot up in bed and stared. “What the hell” is all you could say. Until a few seconds later, your bedroom was lit up like the Fourth of July again. “There’s no fucking way, are you serious.” You hadn’t realized on the drive here or even unpacking your things, that Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was literally in your back yard. The lighthouse was close enough to shine its light through your bedroom window and make you feel like you just got busted for drugs by the police. The lighthouse’s light rotation takes about 7 seconds, which is more than aggravating when you’re trying to sleep. You flipped your body over like you were trying to slam through the floor and groaned. “Of course, I would get stuck with a creepy old house and the lighthouse in my backyard.” You grumbled. After calming down, sleep finally found you and you more than gladly welcomed the darkness. 

How long had you been asleep? You picked up your phone and the time read 3am. You huffed out another long sigh. Your bladder felt like it was going to explode. There was no falling asleep like this or you would most definitely wet the bed. You laid there for a few moments until you felt like you could brave the dark house in the middle of the night. Of course the only bathroom was downstairs. Why wouldn’t it be? 

You turned your bedside lamp on and rolled out onto your feet. Creeping down the dark stairs with only your phones flashlight, you didn’t sense anything. Everything felt calm to your surprise. There was no uneasiness and you didn’t feel like the devil himself would pop out around the corner. You finished your business quickly and started the ascent back up to your room. On the fourth or fifth step up, a rhythmic sound stopped you in your tracks. You stood silent and as still as a statue, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your toes. Your ears became hot as you realized what the sound was. The vintage typewriter. You were frozen. Even if you wanted to turn around and bust your way out the front door and squeal like a baby all the way back home, your body wouldn’t let you. Your feet felt like they had been cemented to the step.

Suddenly the bell of the typewriter rang out in the upstairs bedroom and the keys were being pressed in a quick but precise fashion. The person using the typewriter knew what they were doing and they seemed to be in a hurry to write whatever they were writing. You heard the paper being ripped out of the roller. Silence. No foot steps, no more typing, nothing but the ocean waves outside. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself on the wall of the staircase. Did you imagine all of it? Are you still just half asleep and dreamed it? Are you actually going insane? Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and turning black, the world felt like it was swirling around your head and you squeezed your eyes tightly shut to try and stop the uneasy feeling. 

When you opened them, you were staring at your wooden bedroom ceiling. You followed the grooves of the shiplap until your eyes met the window you had been looking out to see the lighthouse light. The sun was warming your face and the brightness almost seemed too bright. You scrambled around your comforter to find your phone, which showed 8:45am. 

“There’s no possible way that’s right.” You quickly googled the time and realized it was correct. You had somehow blacked out on the stairs and made it into bed? How? Your mind was racing with confusion and then you remembered, the typewriter. 

You quickly opened up the text thread with your landlady and hit the call button. Hearing the ringing tone you couldn’t even conjure up what you were about to say. Were you just giving up? Was this going to break you? 

“Hello?” The sweet lady answered in a joyful tone. “Hi Mrs. Hartley, did you accidentally leave a typewriter and desk in one of the bedrooms upstairs?” 

There was silence on the other end of the line and you were becoming more and more anxious the longer she took to respond. “No honey, I didn’t leave anything in the house. It has been empty for over a year now.” She quietly answered in her sweet but concerned tone. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, yes. No worries at all. I had a great first night here. Thank you so much again!” You hit the red button before she could even think of a reply. 

You looked up to your bedroom door that was wide open and felt the goosebumps rise once again down your spine. What the actual fuck is happening here? 

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NEW CHAPTER! A LITTLE EARLY. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I dozed peacefully on a mossy riverbank lulled by the murmur of the lapping water.  Lying perpendicular to my companion, my head was lovingly cradled in the midriff of the other, a long finger gently circling across my forehead.  My eyes lazily followed the pillowy clouds floating above, in between fleeting winks of sleep. 

Contented. . .only to be startled awake by a loud, shrill, staccato tone. Blindsided by the sound, my eyes sprang open.  I was confused and disturbed by a crimson world pulsating around me.  The companion – gone.  As if pulled by an unseen tether, I arose.  My fingers plugged my ears to lessen the painful blare.  I stumbled forward into the stand of trees lining the bank, drawn to a red light flashing in sympathy with the intense sound. When I reached a clearing, all turned to black.

I violently shook my head trying to banish the insistent beep ringing in my ears. 

Shit!  The alarm.

Yawning, my hand searched the bed covers for the phone to end the obnoxious sound.  I groaned finding I was still dressed from the prior evening.  My fists twisted against closed eyelids to dispel the muzziness in my head. 

Ugh. . .jet lag. . .Fuck, fuck, FUCK!  What time is it?

I sprang from the bed and beelined to the kitchen focusing on the cell screen.

Okay. . .Seven. . .I can do this. . .

I hastily slapped a filter into the basket, dumped in the coffee and turned on the machine. Leaning low to the counter stretching my back, forehead on folded arms, I waited for the machine to stop gurgling, trying to wake up.  A competing sound – insistent and close by - drew my attention.  Turning my face to peer at the living room’s glass doors, a deluge curtaining the patio made itself known, raindrops bouncing high off the bricked deck. A grimace in resignation at the unexpected glitch spread across my face.

Of course. . .  

Standing by the patio doors sipping the much-needed coffee, I rethought my attire for the meeting in light of the uncooperative weather.  The reflection of my unruly tresses ghosted in the rain-greyed glass.  I mulled over options for taming them into something more professional looking than the spawn of Medusa.

My hair and rain just do not mix. . .

I sighed and wandered back to the bedroom closet, coffee in hand, sliding each hanger along the polished wooden rod selecting pieces to fit my mood.

Almost everything I brought is black. . . how appropriate. . .Black it is, then.  Professional. . .yes. . .but perhaps just a bit off center.

Selecting straight-legged pants and a soft, silky tunic from the hangers, I threw them on the bed. Still not satisfied, I spied one of my more durable vintage pieces – a velvet cape-like jacket with a burgundy and gold paisley running through it – and gently placed it with my other choices. The 40’s spectator pumps completed the outfit.  I rummaged through my accessories to locate the final pieces – two large, carved rosewood hair combs and dangling garnet earrings.

This will do nicely.  All black with a splash of red and a bit of gold.

After finishing my ablutions, I quickly slipped on the outfit, before tackling the hair situation.  I gathered the long spirals into a thick ponytail and fashioned a twist, secured with the two combs; two strands liberated at each temple.

Too poufy. . .but it will have to do. Ha, ha! Gibson Girl to go with the jacket. . .If I had more time. . .fuck!

I thought that glamming up a bit might distract from failed hairstyle.   Make-up was not something that I ever cared about, even though I did own some basics.  I chose to follow my usual path of foregoing any addition, other than a swipe of lip gloss.  A bit of scent was called for, though, and I dabbed drops of musky patchouli oil on my wrists and behind my ears.

I think that’s the best I can do, considering. . .

Slipping on the jacket, I checked my phone.  It was 8:15. I topped off the coffee and sat nervously on the edge of the couch – waiting.  Promptly at 8:30, three metallic taps clacked on the front door.  Through the peephole, I observed a pleasant looking middle-aged man slightly rocking back and forth under a large golf umbrella.

I unfastened the chain and opened the door.

“Good morning, Ms. Mott,” he nodded through the streams of water dripping from the tips of the canopy.  “I’m Mr. Page’s driver, James.  Do you need a few minutes?”

“Hi. . .Yes, just a minute or two.”

He stepped back slightly from the door.

“No – please come in, come in.” I waved him inside.  “This weather - ugh.  I’ll be quick.”

He moved to just inside the door, leaving the open umbrella resting on its handle on the doorstep. “Typical for this time of year, I’m afraid.  Don’t rush, we have time.”

I started to collect my laptop, papers and keys but stopped to turn back to him, puzzled.

“Wait – how does that work?  You’re James, right? And he’s James.  Ever become a tad confusing?”

“Not anymore,” he said with a toothy smile.  “I’m James; he’s Jim or Jimmy, mostly.  I’ve been with him for a very long time so it's worked out just fine, but we do have a few laughs about it now and then.”

“Huh. Okay.  Ready.” I followed James out the door, under the shield of the huge umbrella, hastening up the stairs to the waiting car.  Sheltering me from the downpour, he opened the door and I slid across the back seat.  He quickly threw in the umbrella and dove into the driver’s seat to avoid being drenched.

“Not the best welcome for your first full day in London,” he commiserated, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.  Just tap on the glass if you need anything.” The partition closed between us.

James took a route that passed some of the iconic sights of the city. I leaned my head against the window, taking in the London scenery through the raindrops.  Hyde Park’s greenery loomed to my left and as we skirted between the boroughs of Mayfair and Soho, Marylebone and Fitzrovia, I wondered what the day would bring.  The grandeur of Regency Park and its wrought-iron gates appeared through the rainy mist. 

I dug out my Blackberry to confirm that it all was, indeed, real.  There it was – the photo – Jimmy hovering at Perry’s shoulder with a sweet, goofy grin and mischievous eyes, silver-white hair loose and flowing. The date and time stamp revealed it was snapped just hours after I ended my January call with “Mr. Hudson.”  Its greeting flashed from my phone when I awoke the next morning.

Mmmm. . .that was. . .indescribable. . . And here we are. . .

James cracked open the partition.  “We should be arriving shortly, Ms. Mott.”

“Great, thanks, James.”  I took a deep breath and nervously bit my lip catching his eye in the rearview. Resting my head against the chilly leather seat, I was lost in the possibilities to come as the car halted at 12 Oval Road, Jimmy’s manager’s office.  Thankfully, it seemed the rain had passed.

I started to open the door, but James was quicker. “Ms. Mott, allow me, please.  I’ll be waiting here when you’re done, okay?”

“Oh, thank you, James.”  I scanned the façade, sighing deeply, “Okaaay. . .here we go!”

“You’ll be fine.  See you shortly.”

Perry was waiting just inside the doors.  “Jane.  How are you this morning?”

“Nervous, Perry, for some reason,” I creaked.

“No need, no need.  We’re just on the next floor.”

I followed him up the carved, mahogany stairs admiring the 19th-century features blended into a very contemporary design.  “Interesting mix of periods here. . . wow!”

“Yeah, it’s a converted warehouse.  They tried very hard to keep what they could.” He swung open a door to reveal a large conference room.  A dark-haired woman sat at a long table, flipping through a few papers.

She rose and walked the length of the table to greet me.  “Jane. So happy to meet you.  I’m Angela. . .Angie, Bill’s staff attorney,” holding out her hand.

“Angie, hi, likewise,” using my most professional handshake.  “You’re American.”

“Is it that obvious?” she laughed.

“Well, yeeaah, it is.  New York?” I teased.  She nodded. Following the normal greeting when attorneys meet for the first time, I continued, “So, where did you go to school, Angie?”

“Uh. . .Columbia, then here for a bit.”

Hmmm. . . I know that tone. Ha!

“Please have a seat, Jane. How about you?”

“Georgetown. . .” I slid into my seat at the center of the table opposite her. 

God, I hate that ass-sniffing ritual. . .very tiresome.  She seems to hold it in the same regard, though.  Ha.  Good.

“If you have time, I’d love to talk to you about your school experience in Britain while I’m here.  Very interested.”

“I’d love to fill you in. I’ll give you my card. . .Umm, Perry. . .you have everything?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do.”  He scrambled to take his seat at the table.

“Okay, why don’t we start with the non-disclosure?” She queried me over her reading glasses.

“Sure.”

“Alright.  No changes from the final draft?”

I shook my head.

“Great.  Here are two copies.” She placed each side by side in front of me.  “Please sign each one.  I’ll do the same as Mr. Page’s representative. Perry will witness.  We each will have an original execution.”

“Perfect. . .but, uh, can you give me a few minutes?” I unzipped the case and grabbed my laptop.  “I just wanna. . .you know. . .not that I don’t trust you or anything, but – “

“Right, understood, of course. . .Perry?” She nodded to the far corner of the room and stood up from the table.

“Oh. . .okay.” He joined her.

“So, what is the plan for. . .”  Their conversation quieted as they moved to the end of the table.  My focus centered on the screen, comparing it to the documents before me.

What the hell are you doing? This is not at all necessary. . .I know. . .I know. . .it's just a formality. . .but I don’t want any surprises. . .

Once satisfied there were none, I called out to the corner.  “Okay, all good.”

The couple retook their seats.  “The pens are right there.” Angie indicated a small, ornate box in the center of the table. 

I opened it to find crimson fountain pens nestled inside.  Unscrewing the cap, I circled the gold nib across a spare bit of paper. 

“This is a lovely touch.” 

A deep, rich, aquamarine-colored liquid flowed smoothly as I scribbled.

“Very, very nice pen!  Definitely no problem recognizing the originals,” I chuckled, “. . .interesting shade of ink.” 

I signed and dated each of the agreements and slid them to Perry for his witness.   After Angie scrawled her signature, she waived around one of the documents to dry the ink.  She folded the papers and slipped them into an envelope, pushing it across the table. I reached to return the pen to the box.

“No, no!  Please keep it – a memento.  Perry will discuss the remaining details with you.  I’m staying on just in case there are any questions.”  She turned her focus to Perry.

“Right. . .Jim. . .uh - Mr. Page. . .is currently at Sonning-on-Thames. It’s about an hour’s drive west.  He thought it would be an agreeable place to meet. . .it's a little village.”

“It sounds great!” I bubbled like a thirteen-year-old, much to my embarrassment.  “Sorry. . .go on, please.”

“We arranged lodging for you at The Bull Inn – lots of history there and Mr. Page would very much like to absorb- “

“Uh. . .Nope, Perry.  I believe we discussed this, did we not?  This is on my dime. . .or. . .pound or whatever, right?  Now, we don’t need to sign something, do we?”  I fluttered my eyelids, smiling sweetly.

“Yes, we did and no, we don’t,” he laughed. “I had to try.  Soooo, in that event, the innkeepers have offered a very nominal rate for your stay.  James will ferry you to Sonning and then back to London in a few days. That will give you a chance to enjoy the village."

I glared at him with somewhat feigned displeasure.  “Perry. . . now how is that any different??  Offered and nominal? Isn’t that still – what did you call it – absorbing?”

He remained silent, expectantly, brows raised.

I resisted a bit longer, really not wanting my adventure to be subsidized by Jimmy in any way. But. . .I gave in. “Okay, okay. . .deal.”

“Alright, good.  You haven’t made any firm plans as of yet, right?” I nodded. “Mr. Page was hoping that you would arrive later this afternoon, get settled in, and meet with him tomorrow.  We’re unsure of the exact time as he has some business calls scheduled.  I’ll figure that out and ring you with the time.  Is that to your liking?"

“Yes, that is absolutely to my liking.  What happens now?"

“James will pick you up around mid-afternoon and get you checked in at The Bull.” He stood, followed by Angie.

Apparently, we’re done.  Very painless.

“God, Perry, I am beyond excited!” I hastily stuffed the envelope, the laptop and the pen back into the case, zipping it closed.  “Thank you both for everything. Angie, I look forward to our chat and thanks for the. . .uh. . .memento.”

As Angie walked me to the door, her hand grazed my arm as she slipped her business card into my hand. “Jane, that is a great wrap! Is it original?"

"Oh, thanks. Uhh. . .I have a thing for antiques."

"Mmm. . .Beautiful. There are some great shops to check out then while you're here. I'll give a list to Perry for you. I have no doubt you going to have an interesting experience.  Have fun.  Please do call me when you get back.”

“I will.  See ya, Perry.”

James was waiting, as promised, as I flew out of the building’s entrance and down the marble stairs. 

“All good?” He asked with a knowing look. 

“Way more than good.”

I couldn’t suppress the thoughts of the "interesting experience," as Angie put it, looming over the next few days.  Gazing out the window, I saw no landmarks only the possible scenarios I was conjuring.  When we arrived at the flat, James and I set the time for the trip to Sonning. 

“Thanks, James.  See you soon.  I can get this - really – don’t get out.”

I sprang out of the car, rushed down the stairs and through the door, hooking up the laptop in record time.   Draping the jacket over the back of the chair, I started a quick internet search, googling The Bull Inn, Sonning-on-Thames.

Historic is right, 16th century!  Regardless of how it goes with Jimmy, this is gonna be extremely cool.  Ha! Like everything so far.

I excitedly investigated the village and environs, finding that Deanery Garden, Jimmy’s home, was right up the road from the Inn. I grinned. 

Okaaay then.

After the laptop was back in its case, I twirled to the couch and flopped enjoying a delicious prickly excitement. 

I have a few hours to kill. . .may just a tiny shot. . .What the fuck, Jane? . . .It’s only 11 o’clock- in the morning!. . .Yeah, well, it's afternoon US time. . .I definitely need to mellow out or I’m going to go insane. . .I'd kill for a joint. . .Ha!

Reasoning that food would take away the guilt of alcohol mid-morning, I searched the fridge for something appealing.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a blue and white something on the counter. A basket had appeared in my absence, covered with a checkered cloth with a note on top:

Jane – sorry to barge in while you’re out.  I dropped off linens and a little treat. Please enjoy! I forgot to mention that Rob and I will be away for a bit.  We have friends visiting while we’re gone, so don’t be alarmed if you hear knocking about upstairs.  Just in case it’s needed, there is a spare key to your flat in the urn by our front door – a little key box mixed in with the greens. We’ll see you in a couple of weeks.  Dinner when we return?    Emily

I folded back the corners of the cloth to find fresh scones, clotted cream, and homemade strawberry jam.

Wow. . .so nice of her!  And just what I needed. . .ooooh. . .they’re still warm.

I put on the teapot after deciding it was too decadent to pair the scones with whiskey at mid-morning.  The late breakfast was divine.  As time was becoming short, I hastily poured a shot topping it with a splash of water and sauntered to the closet. I carefully placed my most treasured pieces into the waiting suitcase and bag, along with the deep red velvet tarot bag slipped in among the folds.

Precisely at three, the familiar rapping sounded and I threw open the door. 

“James, come in.  I’m ready.”

“Ms. Mott.”

“James. . .It’s Jane, please.”

“Right.  Let’s get you to the car, Jane,” he said as we grabbed my bags.

Once on our way, he called back through the open partition.  “There's lovely countryside along the way.  Let me know if you have any questions or want to stop, we’re not on a set arrival time.”

“Thanks. I think I need to do some reading to. . .uhm. . .stay calm, you know.”

“Jane, you’re not going to an execution!  Just tap the glass if you need me, okay?” he said as the partition slowly slid shut. I saw the amusement in the eyes looking back at me in the mirror.

I forced myself to focus on the new client prospectuses crammed, last minute, into my laptop bag.  Plugging in the flash drive plucked from the first folder, rhythms and melodies raced from the computer through my ear pods.  I gazed out the window as we sped by patchwork fields and hedgerows, listening to a sample from the short sets of three new bands seeking representation. They were all good – raucous and driving, but I kept returning to the tight grooves of the yet unnamed southern rock band.  “. . .heavy. . .somewhat complex. . .definite blues undertone. . .singer - a plus,” I wrote in the band’s workup.  I rewound their set to hear it in its entirety.  The opening number’s distorted low-down licks chimed with the cowbell intro of Honky Tonk Women, rough and gritty, followed by the unmistakable opening riffs of Custard Pie.

"You-are-fucking-kidding me," I snorted with laughter, apparently loudly.  I looked up to see a chuckling James glancing back at me in the mirror.  Grinning, I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders, and resumed noting my impressions of the bands.  In no time, the car slowed to a crawl.  The Bull Inn, a sprawling dark timber-framed country inn with white-washed walls and gabled, latticed windows came into view. We entered to find a warm and inviting atmosphere - a small reception desk to the right with a cozy bar visible thru an arched entrance in front of me.  Peeking into the room's entryway, I found a lovely brick and marble bar lit with stained glass lanterns near a massive brick fireplace with yellow-white flames dancing in its center. The sweet scent of birch wood tinged the air. The only other illumination in the room was the sunlight beaming through the row of tall, paned windows set into the exterior stone wall.  Sparkling motes of dust danced in the space between the windows and the tables in the shadows.  I was transfixed. 

“Jane?” James called from reception.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,”  I said as I slowly backed out of the bar, not quite ready to leave, and returned to the desk.

“This is Moira. She and her husband Kirk are the innkeepers. She’ll handle the registration, then I’ll get your bags upstairs.”

“So glad you’re joining us, Jane.  Just sign here, after you read thru, and then I’ll take you to your room.”

As we navigated the very steep and very narrow staircase to the next floor, Moira chatted about the things to do and see in Sonning.  I turned back to see James attempting to maneuver my large suitcase and bag up the stairs.  “God, I’m so sorry, James. . .I didn’t take into account 16th-century stairways when I packed!  Can I take that bag??”

“Ha!  Not a problem, Jane.”

With bags deposited and the low-down on Sonning received, I closed the door and explored my second temporary residence in as many days.  A couch and coffee table were tucked away in an alcove.  The bathroom contained a walk-in shower and a very roomy clawfoot tub.  As I lifted my suitcase onto the bed, I noticed an ecru-colored square propped against the dark blue pillows.  “Jane” was very neatly printed on the front in a now familiar color of ink.  I plopped on the bed, grabbed what I realized was an envelope, and turned it over.  There I found a dark red imprint.  My fingers traced the small dragon raised in the wax. Utterly amazed, I lifted the seal, as sparks of anticipation swirled down my spine.  Tucked inside was an ecru note card matching the envelope. As I pulled it out and flipped it over, I found a Gorey pen-and-ink overlaid on the front.

Wow! How could he possibly know that?

Gorey was a favorite of mine. Many of his books were tucked into my bookshelves at home. On the face of the card was drawn a woman, adorned with a wild hat of large snaking black lilies, dancing through a maze of tall drapes with a man garbed in white. When I opened the card, flowing penmanship in the same rich aquamarine was revealed.

Hello, Jane~Let’s meet tomorrow at half noon, shall we?  The Inn’s Hidden Garden is quite a lovely place to chat.  Moira or Kirk will show you the way.  We will have the garden to ourselves for your “brain-picking” session. I look forward to meeting you.

Till then ~ J.

Collapsing into the pillows, I giggled until I was breathless unable to contain my joy! I was certain it could be felt by everyone in the vicinity.

Oh my god. . .he is too much!!  He took the time to write me himself.  . .and the ink! Ha! I must ask about that! And Gorey - what the fuck? But how very sweet and so very. . .personal.  Not typewritten on JP letterhead!  And the seal. . .my, I think it's. . .definitely going to be an adventure.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, in the bar directly below, the writer was secreted in a far dark corner.  He had decided to observe my arrival from afar and now pondered the possible effect of his note in the room above.  Sipping his tea, he glanced up at the beams.  As a slight shiver twitched across his shoulders, he half-smiled into his cup; my mirth apparently had sought him out, found him, and made its presence emphatically known.

[BTW - I don't profess to be an artist - so my apologies to those of you who are 😊 And yes, Jane does have hands and facial features 😁]

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Creative DIY Garden Projects for Upcycling Old Items

Do you remember the day when you bought your first plant in a pretty pot? If yes, then you might know your this gardening hobby can turn into an expensive hobby. So, it would be better to turn the focus to upcycling. Get ready to turn all your garden ideas into reality without even burning a hole in your bank account.

It is a rewarding and creative activity to create upcycled garden projects by using junk, otherwise, that junk will end up in a landfill. Also, you can elevate and decorate your yard on a budget. From creating tire planters to repurposing window greenhouses, let our inspiring ideas turn your boring garden into a stunning one. 

Creative DIY Garden Projects for Upcycling Old Items

1) Tire Planters

You can transform your old tires into charming planters which will suit your garden perfectly. First, clean your tires thoroughly, then paint them using weather-resistant paint. After they get dry, you can stack multiple tires on top of each other. You can secure them by using adhesive or drill holes and use zip ties. At last, fill those tires with soil and small shrubs, herbs, or plant flowers. 

2) Pallet Vertical Garden

Wooden pallets can be easily repurposed into a vertical garden. Just stand the pallet in an upright direction, then on the back and sides attach landscaping fabric by using a staple gun or staples. It would be better to use potting soil to fill the spaces left between the pallet slats and then plant small flowers, herbs, or succulents. Remember to lean the pallet against a fence or wall, and finally, you can watch your vertical garden getting flourish.

3) Vintage Toolbox Herb Garden

Yes, you heard right, your worn-out and old toolbox can be turned into a beautiful herb garden. For this, clean your toolbox thoroughly and make sure there is no chemical residue left. If there is a requirement to add drainage holes, then go for it. Also, line it by using small pots or plastic sheets because they will prevent your soil from leaking out. Now, use potting soil to fill the toolbox and plant whatever is your favorite herb, like rosemary, basil, etc.

4) Bicycle Wheel Trellis

In the case of climbing plants like morning glories, you can utilize your old bicycle wheel for creating a unique trellis. As a next step, attach the wheel horizontally to a wall or fence, then secure it by using wire or screws. With this growth of plants, you can guide them by the wheel spokes, which will allow them to create a stunning visual display by climbing.

5) Tea Cup Bird Feeder

Use your vintage tea cups and saucers to transform them into adorable bird feeders. Through the center of the saucer and cup, you can drill a small hole. To secure them, you can thread a wooden or metal dowel through the holes and use nuts on both ends. Use a strong adhesive at the bottom of your cup, then attach it to the saucer to create a perch for the birds. You can hang the feeder from a shepherd's hook or a tree branch, and now, you can use birdseed to fill the cup.

6) Colander Hanging Basket

It's time to give a new life to your old colander by turning them into a hanging basket for flowers. Look for a colander having handles and must consider their drainage. You can make drill holes at the bottom and around the side. Use a landscaping fabric or coco liner to line the colander. Finally, add potting soil and start planting vibrant blooms such as pansies. For hanging the colander from a pergola or a porch, you can attach sturdy ropes or chains to the handles. 

7) Repurposed Window Greenhouse

For plant propagation or seed starting, you can convert your old window frame into a mini greenhouse. Make sure to clean the window thoroughly, then remove any kind of broken or loose glass. Now, take one side of the window frame to attach hinges that allow it to work like a door, such as opening and closing. You can place the window frame over your raised garden bed or just build a custom frame and secure it by using screws. Finally, at the top, add a glass sheet or transparent plastic. Your charming greenhouse is all set to nurture the plants.

Conclusion

With these above-mentioned fantastic ways, you can add an eco-friendly and unique touch to your garden. Don't forget to consider the suitability and weather resistance of the materials you're using outdoors. All you need is just some upcycled materials and little creativity. After that, you can turn your garden into an environmentally friendly oasis.

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The Govan Cat in Glasgow, Scotland It is no secret that Glasgow, Scotland's largest city, is intrinsically linked to the shipping industry, due to its close proximity to the River Clyde. What is not as publicly recognized, is a miniature monument dedicated to an animal that saved a small community in a residential area to the northwest of the city center. The borough of Govan is situated alongside the western banks of the River Clyde. During the reign of Queen Victoria, this area was a thriving neighborhood closely linked to the prosperity of the shipping trade. Whole building blocks would be dedicated to the picking of oakum, a type of loose fiber that would be used as caulking between planks in wooden ships. Besides bringing well-being and security to the residents, these watery vessels also carried vermin. These undesirable pests could destroy expensive materials, as well as carry diseases. Enter a ferocious feline who was well known for ridden whole buildings of these destructive creatures. Unfortunately, this much-loved moggie met its end defending the community from a ferocious rat. The citizenry was so besotted with the heroic deeds of this feline that they decided to honor them with a small memorial. Attached to the southern portion of a sandstone Category B-listed building is a carved image of a cat. Ironically, the structure was initially used as Temperance (anti-alcohol) meeting place, but now houses Brechin's Bar, a vintage watering hole. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-govan-cat

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DIY Wedding: Crafting a Personal, Budget-Friendly Celebration

In recent years, DIY wedding have grown in popularity as couples look for ways to create unique, meaningful celebrations that reflect their personalities without breaking the bank. Planning a DIY wedding allows you to handcraft many elements of the day, from invitations and décor to favors and table settings. Here’s a guide to planning the ultimate DIY wedding, bringing your vision to life in a personalized, memorable way.

1. Crafting the Perfect Invitations

Your wedding invitation sets the tone for the entire event, so why not make it as unique as your love story? JC Paper Co. offers beautiful templates and custom designs, allowing you to choose and personalize stationery that feels perfectly suited to you. If you’re feeling crafty, consider adding a DIY touch like a wax seal, ribbon, or hand-painted accents. Choose colors and designs that complement your theme, whether it's rustic, vintage, or modern. Handmade invitations will leave a lasting impression and give guests a glimpse of what’s to come.

2. Designing Your Ceremony and Reception Decor

DIY décor can completely transform your wedding space. Some ideas to get started include:

Floral Arrangements: Skip the traditional florist and make your own floral arrangements with seasonal blooms. You can purchase flowers in bulk from a local flower market and assemble them with friends and family. Consider using recycled jars, vintage vases, or hand-painted pots as containers.

Signage: Wedding signs add a charming, rustic touch and help guests navigate your event. From welcome signs to seating arrangements, creating your own signage can be easy and affordable. JC Paper Co. offers customizable signage templates, making it simple to create elegant signs that match your theme.

Table Centerpieces: DIY centerpieces can make a big impact without a huge cost. Consider options like mason jars filled with fairy lights, candles in geometric holders, or wooden slabs adorned with greenery. Each table can reflect your unique style while staying within budget.

3. Creating Personalized Wedding Favors

Wedding favors offer a great opportunity to add a personal touch. Some budget-friendly DIY wedding favor ideas include:

Mini Succulents or Potted Plants: Guests will appreciate a living keepsake from your wedding day. Add a small tag with your names and wedding date for a special touch.

Handmade Candles or Soaps: Crafting small candles or soaps allows you to customize scents, colors, and packaging. This personal gesture will make guests feel appreciated.

Sweet Treats: Homemade jams, cookies, or candy make thoughtful favors. Package these treats in small jars or bags tied with a personalized tag.

4. DIY Wedding Day Stationery

JC Paper Co. offers templates for wedding day essentials like menus, place cards, and programs. These items tie your theme together, so coordinate the design with your invitations. Add calligraphy, stamped details, or pressed flowers to give each piece a handmade feel. Creating these items yourself is not only budget-friendly, but it also brings an extra touch of love and creativity to your big day.

5. Setting Up a DIY Photo Booth

Capture memories and give guests a fun activity with a DIY photo booth. You can rent or borrow a camera and tripod, then set up a simple backdrop with a curtain, fairy lights, or greenery. Provide fun props like hats, signs, or frames that match your theme. You could even use JC Paper Co. for custom “Mr. & Mrs.” signs or hashtag cards to add to the experience. This touch will let your guests walk away with candid, fun photos.

6. Planning for DIY Success      

While a DIY wedding is a beautiful way to express your personality and creativity, it’s essential to plan ahead. Make a list of each DIY project you want to tackle and set a realistic timeline. Don’t hesitate to involve family and friends—they’ll likely be eager to help and excited to contribute to your special day. Remember, the goal is to enjoy the process and create lasting memories, so don’t overwhelm yourself.

Conclusion

A DIY wedding is an opportunity to create an intimate, one-of-a-kind celebration that truly reflects who you are as a couple. From invitations and décor to personalized favors, each handcrafted element brings an irreplaceable charm. With JC Paper Co.’s custom templates and high-quality design resources, you’ll have the tools to make your DIY wedding beautiful and seamless, leaving both you and your guests with treasured memories of a heartfelt celebration.

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Design Tips for a Luxurious Kitchen on a Budget

Designing a luxurious kitchen often brings to mind sleek finishes, high-end appliances, and extravagant decor—all with a price tag to match. But a kitchen that feels both upscale and functional doesn’t need to break the bank. With thoughtful planning and a few strategic updates, you can achieve a stunning, high-end look without overspending. Here are some budget-friendly design tips from WeDezine to bring a touch of luxury into your kitchen.

1. Choose the Right Color Palette

Opting for neutral colors like white, gray, or beige can instantly elevate the aesthetic of your kitchen. These shades exude sophistication and make your kitchen look more spacious and inviting. A well-balanced color palette with a few bold accents (like deep blues, greens, or even black) can add drama without overwhelming the space.

2. Invest in High-Impact Lighting

Lighting plays a huge role in defining the mood of your kitchen. Swap out basic ceiling lights for statement lighting fixtures like pendant lights, chandeliers, or even vintage-inspired sconces. Warm LED bulbs give a cozy ambiance, while under-cabinet lighting can make a small kitchen feel both spacious and functional. Remember, the right lighting can turn even a modest kitchen into a luxury showpiece.

3. Upgrade Cabinet Hardware and Faucets

Replacing standard knobs and handles with unique, high-quality hardware is a simple and affordable way to add luxury. Look for brass, matte black, or polished chrome finishes to give your kitchen a refined edge. Similarly, updating the faucet with a sleek, modern design can make your sink area a focal point.

4. Use Open Shelving to Display Stylish Items

Open shelving can make your kitchen look airy and elegant when styled thoughtfully. Use open shelves to display beautiful dishware, glass jars, or plants. Not only does this add personality to your kitchen, but it also keeps costs down compared to installing full cabinetry. You can mix high-end decor pieces with budget finds for an eye-catching display.

5. Incorporate Marble or Marble-Look Finishes

Marble is synonymous with luxury, but genuine marble can be expensive. Marble-look finishes, however, are a cost-effective way to add a touch of opulence. Consider using marble-effect laminate or quartz for countertops, or marble-inspired backsplash tiles. This trick delivers a luxurious aesthetic without the premium cost.

6. Add a Stylish Backsplash

A backsplash can instantly uplift the look of your kitchen. For a luxurious look, consider using materials like subway tiles, mosaic tiles, or even peel-and-stick options that mimic stone or ceramic. Subway tiles in a herringbone pattern or in a bold color can bring a custom, high-end look.

7. Embrace Wood Accents for Warmth

Wood accents add warmth and richness to any kitchen space. Consider introducing natural wood elements in small doses, such as wooden bar stools, floating shelves, or a wooden cutting board. Reclaimed wood, in particular, gives a rustic yet chic feel and pairs beautifully with a variety of colors and textures.

8. Install Faux Crown Molding or Baseboards

Adding crown molding or baseboards to your cabinets is an affordable way to give them a custom-built look. You can install these trims on the top or bottom of cabinets to add an architectural detail that feels upscale. With some DIY effort, this minor touch can elevate the entire room's aesthetic.

9. Accessorize with Metallic Accents

Metallics can create an impression of luxury when used thoughtfully. Try adding brass or gold accents, like a decorative bowl, metallic vases, or gilded picture frames. Just a few metallic touches can instantly brighten the space, lending it a luxurious, curated feel.

10. Include Small Greenery or Fresh Flowers

Fresh herbs, indoor plants, or even a vase of flowers add life to the kitchen and are an affordable way to enhance its appearance. A simple pot of basil or rosemary can also double as a cooking resource! Plants in ceramic pots or glass vases are low-cost additions that bring a refreshing, natural element to any kitchen.

11. Go for Quality Textiles

High-quality kitchen towels, a beautiful runner, or even a small mat near the sink area can all contribute to a more luxurious feel. Look for textiles in soft neutrals, or with subtle patterns, for a touch of understated elegance. These small, functional additions can tie the whole space together.

12. Install a Mirror or Reflective Surface

Mirrors make spaces feel larger and brighter, reflecting light around the room. Adding a small mirror or reflective backsplash can bring a sense of openness to a compact kitchen. Reflective surfaces add sophistication, especially when paired with modern, clean lines.

Wrapping Up

Designing a luxurious kitchen on a budget requires creativity and strategic choices. By focusing on these affordable updates and personal touches, you can create a kitchen that exudes style, comfort, and elegance. Here at WeDezine, we believe that every home deserves a stunning kitchen, no matter the budget!

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Transform Your Home with Furniture and Appliances: Explore Surat Free Classified Ads  

Looking to give your home a fresh makeover with stylish furniture or functional appliances? If you’re in Surat, there’s good news—Surat Free Classified Ads offer a perfect way to find great deals on high-quality products without breaking the bank. From comfortable sofas to modern kitchen appliances, these local ads open up a world of affordable options right at your doorstep.  

Why Furniture and Appliances Matter  

The right furniture and appliances make a house feel like home. A cozy sofa in the living room, a sleek dining table for family dinners, or a top-notch washing machine can improve not just the functionality but also the aesthetics of your living space. Whether you’re furnishing a new home or upgrading existing setups, choosing wisely ensures comfort, durability, and energy efficiency.  

Benefits of Buying Through Surat Free Classified Ads  

The Surat Free Classified Ads platform connects buyers and sellers within the city, offering numerous advantages:  

1. Affordable Prices – Second-hand furniture and appliances come at a fraction of their original cost.  

2. Local Access – No need to wait for long shipping times; find sellers within Surat for quick transactions.  

3. Diverse Range – Explore options ranging from vintage wooden furniture to modern home appliances.  

4. Negotiation Opportunities– Classified ads often provide room to bargain, letting you strike the best deals.  

How to Use Surat Free Classified Ads to Your Advantage  

1. Browse Categories: Search specifically for furniture and appliances within the classified listings to save time.  

2. Inspect Before Purchase: Since many items are pre-owned, visiting the seller to inspect the condition is a smart move.  

3. Compare Prices: Check multiple ads to find competitive pricing. This way, you’ll get the best value for money.  

4. Contact Sellers Directly: Use the contact information in the ad to connect with the seller and discuss further details or negotiate prices.  

Popular Furniture and Appliances Available in Surat  

Here are some of the most sought-after items you can find through Surat Free Classified Ads:  

- Furniture:Sofas, beds, wardrobes, dining tables, and office chairs.  

- Home Appliances:Air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines, microwaves, and televisions.  

- Decor Essentials: Lamps, carpets, and storage units for enhancing interiors.  

Conclusion  

If you’re in Surat and searching for ways to furnish your home without going over budget, Surat Free Classified Ads are the ideal solution. With countless options for furniture and appliances at affordable prices, the platform enables you to create the perfect home setup efficiently. Don’t wait—start exploring these local ads today and discover the right products to suit your style and needs!  

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Delhi’s Affordable Design Secrets: Chic Interiors on a Budget

Creating a chic and stylish home in Delhi doesn't have to break the bank. With its rich blend of cultures, traditions, and modern influences, Delhi offers endless opportunities to design a beautiful home on a budget. The city’s vibrant markets, skilled artisans, and innovative design trends make it possible to transform your space without spending a fortune. In this article, we’ll explore some of Delhi’s best-kept affordable design secrets, helping you create stunning interiors without straining your budget.

1. Explore Delhi’s Local Markets

One of the biggest advantages of living in Delhi is the abundance of local markets, where you can find unique decor pieces, textiles, and furniture at a fraction of the cost of high-end stores. Markets like Sarojini Nagar, Paharganj, and Lajpat Nagar offer everything from quirky wall art to vintage furniture that can instantly elevate your space.

For those seeking one-of-a-kind home decor, Chor Bazaar is a hidden gem. This famous flea market offers pre-loved items, antique furniture, and eclectic decor pieces that can add character to any home. A little patience and bargaining can go a long way in these markets, ensuring you get stylish items without overspending.

2. DIY Decor for Personal Touches

Adding a personal touch to your home doesn’t have to cost a lot. DIY (Do-It-Yourself) decor projects are a fantastic way to bring personality to your interiors without paying for expensive designer pieces. With basic craft supplies, you can create your own artwork, paint an accent wall, or even refurbish old furniture.

In Delhi, you can find affordable art supplies in markets like Chawri Bazaar and Sadar Bazaar, where you can pick up materials for crafting custom frames, wall hangings, or handmade pottery. If you have unused or old furniture, a simple coat of paint, or some new upholstery, can breathe new life into it—allowing you to refresh your space on a budget.

3. Opt for Multi-Functional Furniture

Maximizing space while maintaining style is crucial, especially in Delhi’s smaller apartments. Multi-functional furniture can help you do just that. Look for furniture that serves more than one purpose—like sofa beds, extendable dining tables, or storage ottomans. This not only saves money but also optimizes space, making your home feel more organized and spacious.

Delhi’s homegrown furniture stores often offer budget-friendly options. IKEA in Noida, for example, provides affordable yet chic furniture, while stores like HomeTown and Wooden Street have a range of multifunctional pieces that fit small spaces and tight budgets.

4. Use Affordable Fabrics for Instant Makeovers

Textiles can dramatically change the look and feel of your home without costing much. Switching out cushions, curtains, or throws can give any room an instant makeover. Delhi’s Janpath Market and Kinari Bazaar are treasure troves of affordable, high-quality fabrics that can be used for upholstering chairs, creating custom curtains, or even making cushion covers.

Don’t be afraid to mix and match patterns and colors to create a unique aesthetic. Whether you’re aiming for a minimalistic vibe or a boho-chic look, textiles allow you to experiment without committing to costly changes.

5. Embrace Minimalism for an Elegant Look

One of the easiest ways to stay within budget while designing your home is to embrace minimalism. The minimalist design philosophy focuses on simplicity, reducing clutter, and using only the essentials—making it both chic and cost-effective. By investing in a few quality pieces rather than filling your home with unnecessary decor, you can achieve a clean, sophisticated look.

Focus on neutral color palettes, simple furniture, and a few well-placed accents like a statement mirror or an abstract painting. Minimalism naturally encourages you to spend less, as the emphasis is on purposeful, intentional design.

6. Thrift and Upcycle for Unique Pieces

Delhi’s vibrant second-hand markets offer a wide variety of pre-owned furniture and decor that can be upcycled to fit your style. Chor Bazaar and Daryaganj Market are well-known for their vintage finds, including old trunks, wooden chairs, and traditional brassware that can add a vintage charm to your interiors. A bit of polish, paint, or new upholstery can transform these affordable finds into standout pieces.

Upcycling not only saves money but is also an eco-friendly option that helps reduce waste. With a little creativity, you can turn something old into something new and unique.

7. Go Green with Indoor Plants

Indoor plants are one of the most affordable and effective ways to enhance your interiors. They not only beautify your home but also improve air quality and create a calming atmosphere. Local plant nurseries in Delhi, like those found in Lodhi Garden or Sundar Nursery, offer a wide range of affordable plants that are perfect for both large and small spaces.

Choose low-maintenance plants like succulents, snake plants, or peace lilies, which require minimal care and add a fresh, natural vibe to your home. To enhance the aesthetic, opt for affordable but stylish pots from markets like Banjara Market.

8. Smart Lighting for a Cozy Ambiance

Lighting plays a crucial role in setting the mood of a room. In Delhi, affordable lighting options can be found at markets like Bhagirath Palace in Chandni Chowk, which is Asia's largest electrical goods market. Here, you can find everything from chic pendant lights to decorative fairy lights that can add warmth and personality to your space.

Layered lighting is key to achieving a cozy ambiance. Combine overhead lighting with floor lamps, table lamps, or string lights to create a well-lit, inviting home—without spending too much.

Designing a chic, stylish home on a budget in Delhi is not only possible but also enjoyable, thanks to the city's wealth of affordable markets, local artisans, and innovative design ideas. By thrifting, upcycling, and embracing a minimalist approach, you can create a beautiful, functional home that reflects your personal style—without straining your finances. With these affordable design secrets, you can achieve the home of your dreams while keeping your budget in check.

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Customization Options for TV Media Walls

When it comes to designing TV media walls, customization is key. The ability to tailor the design to fit your specific needs and preferences makes these installations a popular choice among homeowners. Whether you have a large or small space, TV media walls can be designed to fit seamlessly into your home. One of the primary considerations when customizing TV media walls is the storage options. Built-in shelves, cabinets, and drawers can be integrated to store your media devices, remote controls, and even DVDs. These features not only keep your entertainment area organized but also ensure that everything you need is within easy reach. Another important aspect of customization is the aesthetic appeal. You can choose from a wide range of materials, colors, and finishes to create a media wall that matches your style. For example, a sleek black wall with glass shelves might suit a modern home, while a wooden TV media wall with rustic finishes might complement a more traditional space. Additionally, you can incorporate LED lighting to highlight certain features and create a cozy atmosphere. Overall, TV media walls offer endless possibilities for personalization, making them a standout feature in any living room.

Modern Design Trends for TV Media Walls

TV media walls are constantly evolving with new design trends that combine both aesthetics and functionality. From minimalist designs featuring clean lines and neutral colors to more elaborate walls with bold textures and contrasting materials, tv media walls can be customized to match any modern décor. The latest trends often incorporate open shelving, floating cabinets, and sleek finishes like matte black or glossy white, making tv media walls a versatile option for contemporary homes.

Rustic TV Media Walls for a Cozy Atmosphere

For those who prefer a more rustic or traditional aesthetic, tv media walls can be designed using natural materials like reclaimed wood, stone, or brick. These elements create a warm, inviting atmosphere while still providing a modern entertainment solution. Rustic tv media walls can be paired with industrial-style lighting or vintage accessories to complete the look. This style is perfect for homeowners who want a media wall that feels cozy and homey, yet sophisticated.

Budget-Friendly TV Media Walls

Creating tv media walls doesn’t have to break the bank. With affordable materials and DIY options, homeowners can achieve a stylish and functional media wall on a budget. Simple designs with floating shelves or pre-made cabinetry can be installed with minimal effort, offering the same organizational benefits as more expensive options. By focusing on essential elements, you can design budget-friendly tv media walls that are both attractive and practical.

Customization Ideas for TV Media Walls

The beauty of tv media walls lies in their customization potential. You can tailor the wall to fit your exact needs, whether that involves adding extra storage, choosing a unique color palette, or incorporating decorative elements like artwork or books. TV media walls can be as simple or as elaborate as you want, offering a wide range of design possibilities. This makes them a popular choice for homeowners looking to create a one-of-a-kind entertainment space.

TV Media Walls: A Solution for Cord Management

One of the primary concerns with modern entertainment setups is managing the numerous cords and cables that come with various devices. TV media walls offer a sleek solution to this problem. With built-in cable management systems, these walls help keep wires hidden, resulting in a clean and organized appearance. By concealing cords behind the wall or within custom compartments, tv media walls ensure that your living space remains clutter-free.

TV Media Walls with Built-In Sound Systems

TV media walls can be designed to house not only your television but also a built-in sound system. Whether you prefer a surround sound setup or integrated speakers, tv media walls can provide a seamless way to incorporate high-quality audio into your home theater experience. This eliminates the need for external speakers and wires, creating a more streamlined and professional look for your entertainment area.

TV Media Walls for Home Offices

TV media walls aren’t limited to living rooms and entertainment spaces—they can also be an excellent addition to home offices. By creating a custom wall that houses a TV, computer, and other office equipment, you can design a multifunctional workspace that serves both professional and recreational purposes. TV media walls in home offices offer the same organizational and design benefits, allowing you to maintain a clutter-free, stylish environment.

Conclusion

TV media walls have become a versatile solution for homeowners seeking to elevate their living spaces. With endless design possibilities, these walls cater to a variety of styles and needs, whether it’s maximizing storage, improving cord management, or incorporating modern technology. From small spaces to open-concept homes, tv media walls can transform any room into a functional and aesthetically pleasing entertainment hub. Their ability to blend technology with design makes them an excellent choice for creating a cohesive and organized space that reflects your personal style.

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Discover the Elegance of Fancy Fans with Dynamic Electric World

Are you looking to elevate the aesthetics of your home while keeping it cool? Look no further than fancy fans! Fancy fans are more than just cooling devices; they are a stylish addition to any room, blending functionality with stunning design. At Dynamic Electric World, we bring you a wide range of elegant and innovative fancy fan that cater to your unique taste and style. In this blog, we will explore why fancy fans are the perfect choice for modern homes and how Dynamic Electric World stands out as your go-to destination for these stunning ceiling pieces.

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What Makes Fancy Fans So Special?

Fancy fans have become a popular choice among homeowners, interior designers, and decorators due to their ability to combine utility with aesthetic appeal. Here’s what sets them apart:

Stylish Designs: Unlike traditional ceiling fans, fancy fans come in an array of designs, ranging from sleek, minimalist styles to ornate, vintage-inspired models. This versatility allows you to find the perfect fan that complements your room’s décor.

Innovative Features: Modern fancy fans are equipped with advanced features such as remote control, LED lights, reversible blades, and energy-efficient motors. These additions make them not only a statement piece but also highly functional.

Enhances Room Ambiance: Fancy fans can drastically improve the ambiance of a room. Whether it's a luxurious chandelier fan for your dining room or a modern, sleek fan for your living space, the right fan can become a conversation starter.

Multiple Finishes and Materials: From wood and metal finishes to glass and crystal embellishments, fancy fans are available in a variety of materials that can match any room's style, be it contemporary, classic, or rustic.

Quiet and Efficient: Thanks to their high-quality build, fancy fans are designed to operate quietly, ensuring a peaceful environment without compromising on performance. Many models also offer energy-efficient operations, saving you on electricity bills.

Why Choose Dynamic Electric World for Your Fancy Fans?

Dynamic Electric World is a trusted name in the electrical products industry, renowned for offering top-notch, stylish, and durable fans. Here’s why you should consider us when shopping for fancy fans:

Wide Variety of Options: At Dynamic Electric World, we provide a diverse collection of fancy fans to suit different tastes and preferences. Whether you are looking for something modern, vintage, or a statement piece, you’ll find the perfect fan with us.

Quality Assurance: All our fans are crafted from high-quality materials and are rigorously tested to ensure longevity and performance. We only stock products from reputed brands that offer exceptional durability.

Competitive Pricing: We believe that luxury and style shouldn’t break the bank. That’s why we offer competitive prices on all our fancy fan, ensuring you get the best value for your money.

Expert Guidance: Our knowledgeable staff is always ready to assist you in finding the right fan that matches your room's design and cooling needs. We provide expert advice on installation, maintenance, and energy-saving tips.

Customer Satisfaction: Customer satisfaction is at the heart of our business. We strive to provide excellent service, from helping you choose the right product to after-sales support. Your satisfaction is our top priority.

Top Fancy Fan Picks from Dynamic Electric World

Here are some of our top picks that have been favorites among our customers:

Chandelier Fancy Fan: Perfect for adding a touch of luxury to your living or dining room. This fan features crystal embellishments and a powerful motor, creating a stunning centerpiece.

Wooden Blade Fan with LED: A great blend of classic and modern, this fan comes with reversible wooden blades and integrated LED lights, making it ideal for any room.

Minimalist Metal Fan: For those who prefer a sleek, understated look, our metal fans provide a modern aesthetic without compromising on performance.

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Lighthouse of my Soul

(Ghost)Jake x Reader Coming soon!

“Could you be the lighthouse for my soul, could you be the guiding light, tell me everything’s alright? Could you be the one I love so?”

Some chapters will contain smut and difficult topics, MDNI 18+

Little sneak peak (this is unedited, apologies in advance):

Were you running away? From what? It didn’t matter. You felt like you had finally reached your destination. You felt the ocean was your new beginning. The Outer Banks had always been your comfort place, growing up vacationing here was always your favorite. It felt like home every time you visited, so it was a no brainer when you had been offered a temporary position at the local newspaper in Hatteras. You felt that you were going to finally make something of yourself. All the hard work you had put into studying and writing was going to pay off.

You had luckily stumbled upon a tiny cottage to rent. The owner explaining it had been built in 1874 and had weathered many storms and tribulations. It had originally been part of the life-saving station before they had built a newer building and eventually became the Coast Guard. The house had endured damage along the years from storms and each time had been repaired. When you stepped foot inside, you could feel the history. The floorboards squeaked with each step inside, taking a deep breath it smelled like sea salt and fresh air. Everything in the house was basically original. The dark hardwood floors showed signs of wear, with little scratches here and there and you could see the discoloration throughout the house where many footsteps had worn down the stain. The walls were fully covered in shiplap and had been sanded down and painted a beautiful light blue color. The kitchen was small, with only 3 overhead cabinets, a small older fridge and a stove. The living room was connected to the kitchen, you could barely see where the owners had taken out the wall to try and have somewhat of an open concept. Slowly inspecting each room, you came to realize just how small it was compared to the pictures you had viewed online. You realized you might not even have enough space for a couch and a table, but you would figure logistics out later. Walking up the steep rickety stairs you came upon a short hallway, at the end was a window stretching from the ceiling to the floor with an amazing view of the beach and ocean outside of the house, from the second floor it seemed you could see forever over the horizon. There are two bedrooms split by the hallway. Looking inside the room to your left, you noticed a small desk sitting underneath a window looking out to the ocean. On it, sat an empty white vase and a typewriter. It piqued your curiosity, the home came unfurnished and you were not made aware of anything left behind for you to use.

Walking over to it, you sat down in the tiny wooden chair and ran your fingers over the vintage keys. As soon as your fingertips met with the cold metal, you felt electricity flow through your hand, up your arm and down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you quickly pulled your hand away. The shock and stress of moving must be getting to you, you thought. You gazed out the window taking in the ocean waves. You were finally alone, it felt peaceful but somehow, you felt a longing in the house. There was something that you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

You felt a presence with you and quickly turned around to the entrance of the room. You could have sworn you felt eyes on you but there wasn’t a soul there. You slowly turned your body around again to face the window and your mind wondered back to the memories you had that led you here. Suddenly, a faint smell of tobacco burning filled the room. The sweet but heavy aroma seemed to swirl around your body. It was intoxicating but slightly overwhelming. You felt frozen for just a moment, not quite understanding what was happening. With another deep breath you slowly stood up and scanned the room for any sign of someone else. As quickly as the tobacco smell came, it was gone. You shrugged the smell off to the history of the cottage and made your way back downstairs to begin unpacking and making yourself finally feel at home.

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Posters for Wall Art: Elevating Your Space with JM la Bonne Impression

Wall art is an essential element in interior design, serving as a reflection of personal style and creativity. Among the various options for decorating walls, Posters For Wall Art have become a popular and versatile choice. They allow you to easily refresh the look of a room, add personality, and create focal points without the commitment of permanent fixtures. If you’re looking for high-quality posters to adorn your walls, JM la Bonne Impression offers a wide array of options to suit every taste and aesthetic.

In this blog, we will explore why posters are an excellent choice for wall art, the benefits they offer, and how JM la Bonne Impression can help you elevate your space with beautifully designed and printed posters.

Why Posters Make Great Wall Art

Posters are one of the most accessible and customizable forms of wall art, making them an ideal choice for both homes and commercial spaces. Here are several reasons why posters have become a go-to option for decorating walls:

1. Versatility: Posters come in a vast range of styles, themes, and sizes, making them incredibly versatile. Whether you’re into minimalist designs, vibrant colors, vintage illustrations, or modern abstract art, there’s a poster that fits your vision. They can easily complement any room, from living rooms and bedrooms to offices and cafes.

2. Affordability: Compared to original paintings or expensive prints, posters are a budget-friendly option that allows you to enjoy beautiful artwork without breaking the bank. This makes it easy to switch up your wall art regularly to keep your space fresh and interesting.

3. Easy to Frame or Hang: Posters can be framed for a more polished look or simply hung as-is for a casual vibe. With different framing options available, you can choose to go for a classic black or white frame, or opt for something more artistic like wooden or metallic frames.

4. Expresses Personality: The art you choose for your walls speaks volumes about your personality and interests. Posters allow you to express who you are, whether through your love for nature, art history, pop culture, or inspirational quotes. You can curate a collection of posters that tells your story and reflects your unique tastes.

5. Easy to Change and Rotate: One of the major advantages of posters is their flexibility. You can easily change them out as seasons change, moods shift, or when you’re simply ready for something new. This makes posters perfect for people who love to update their décor frequently.

How to Choose the Perfect Poster for Wall Art

When selecting posters for your wall art, there are several factors to consider to ensure you choose pieces that enhance your space and align with your personal style.

1. Size Matters: Consider the size of the wall you’re decorating. For larger walls, you might want to opt for a bigger poster or a series of smaller posters arranged in a gallery style. On smaller walls or spaces, a single well-chosen poster can make a significant impact without overwhelming the room.

2. Color Scheme: Think about the existing color scheme of your room. Choosing posters that complement the room’s colors can help tie the space together and create a harmonious look. Alternatively, you can use posters with bold contrasting colors to make them stand out as statement pieces.

3. Theme and Mood: The theme and mood of the poster should reflect the atmosphere you want to create in the room. For instance, calming and serene posters with landscapes or abstract art might be ideal for a bedroom or meditation space, while vibrant, energetic designs might work better in a living room or workspace.

4. Frame or No Frame: Decide whether you want to frame your posters or hang them directly on the wall. Framing adds a polished, professional look, while unframed posters can create a more relaxed, casual feel. JM la Bonne Impression offers a range of framing options to match any décor style.

5. Personal Connection: Ultimately, your wall art should resonate with you on a personal level. Choose posters that evoke emotions, memories, or passions, whether that’s a favorite travel destination, an inspiring quote, or a piece of art you’ve always admired.

Why Choose JM la Bonne Impression for Your Poster Needs?

When it comes to posters for wall art, quality is key. A beautifully designed poster loses its appeal if it’s printed on low-quality paper or lacks clarity. That’s where JM la Bonne Impression comes in. With a commitment to producing high-quality, visually stunning posters, this brand offers a wide range of benefits:

1. Premium Quality Prints: JM la Bonne Impression uses state-of-the-art printing technology to ensure that every poster is produced with exceptional clarity, vibrant colors, and sharp details. Whether you’re choosing an intricate design or a minimalist piece, the quality of the print will always impress.

2. Diverse Range of Designs: From abstract art to nature photography, vintage posters to modern illustrations, JM la Bonne Impression boasts a diverse catalog of designs. No matter your style or preferences, you’re sure to find something that suits your space.

3. Customization Options: At JM la Bonne Impression, they understand that personalization is key. That’s why they offer customization options, allowing you to tweak designs, choose specific color schemes, or even upload your own artwork for printing. This means you can create unique, one-of-a-kind posters that perfectly match your vision.

4. Eco-Friendly Materials: Environmental responsibility is important to JM la Bonne Impression. They offer posters printed on eco-friendly paper and with sustainable inks, so you can decorate your space without compromising on your values.

5. Excellent Customer Service: With a dedication to customer satisfaction, JM la Bonne Impression ensures that your experience is seamless from start to finish. They provide support in selecting the right designs, framing options, and even assist with custom orders to guarantee you receive a product you’ll love.

How to Arrange Posters for Maximum Impact

Once you’ve selected the perfect posters from JM la Bonne Impression, it’s time to think about how to arrange them for maximum visual impact. Here are a few tips to help you create stunning displays:

1. Gallery Wall: A gallery wall is a great way to showcase multiple posters. You can arrange them symmetrically for a clean, organized look, or go for a more eclectic arrangement with different sizes and orientations. A gallery wall can serve as a focal point in any room.

2. Statement Piece: If you have one poster that you absolutely love, let it take center stage by making it the main focus of your wall. A large, bold poster can act as a statement piece and draw attention to a specific area of the room.

3. Create Themes: Group posters together based on a common theme, such as nature, travel, or abstract art. This can create a cohesive and intentional look that feels curated and well-thought-out.

4. Mix and Match: Don’t be afraid to mix posters with other types of wall art, such as photographs, paintings, or mirrors. Combining different elements can add depth and texture to your walls, creating a more dynamic and interesting space.

Conclusion

Posters for wall art offer an affordable, flexible, and visually impactful way to transform any space. Whether you’re decorating a home, office, or commercial setting, posters allow you to express your personality and style while adding beauty and character to your walls. With JM la Bonne Impression, you can trust that you’re getting high-quality, expertly printed posters that will elevate your space and bring your vision to life. Ready to refresh your walls? Explore the stunning collection of posters at JM la Bonne Impression today and find the perfect pieces to adorn your space.