Glass Coffee Table With Wheels : Dining Table Design : Zebrawood Coffee Table
Glass Coffee Table With Wheels
- A coffee table, also called a cocktail table, is a style of long, low table which is designed to be placed in front of a sofa, to support beverages (hence the name), magazines, feet, books (especially coffee table books), and other small items to be used while sitting, such as coasters.
- (Coffee Tables) While any small and low table can be, and is, called a coffee table, the term is applied particularly to the sets of three or four tables made from about 1790; of which the latter were called 'quartetto tables'.
- low table where magazines can be placed and coffee or cocktails are served
- A low table, typically placed in front of a sofa
- Used in reference to the cycle of a specified condition or set of events
- steering wheel: a handwheel that is used for steering
- (wheel) a simple machine consisting of a circular frame with spokes (or a solid disc) that can rotate on a shaft or axle (as in vehicles or other machines)
- A circular object that revolves on an axle and forms part of a machine
- A circular object that revolves on an axle and is fixed below a vehicle or other object to enable it to move easily over the ground
- (wheel) change directions as if revolving on a pivot; "They wheeled their horses around and left"
- A hard, brittle substance, typically transparent or translucent, made by fusing sand with soda, lime, and sometimes other ingredients and cooling rapidly. It is used to make windows, drinking containers, and other articles
- A thing made from, or partly from, glass, in particular
- furnish with glass; "glass the windows"
- Any similar substance that has solidified from a molten state without crystallizing
- a brittle transparent solid with irregular atomic structure
- a container for holding liquids while drinking
When the children moved out - Michelle, Milan and Kevin - the house was silence except for the occasional water running through the pipes, the television and the rustling of footsteps whenever someone made their along the stairs. There was only her mother, her father, and her brother, David, a 31 year old accountant. None of them really talked. She didn't talk much either; my conversations with her barely topped the 5 minute mark and was filled with one word responses. When the children were home along with their father (her oldest brother) and their mother, they kept things moving. There was always something to do. Kevin, the youngest one, especially so. He drew on the walls, he smothered his mouth with mud, ran into the corners of tables and jumped off of the sofas. Hollering his name was a habit in the house. But now, with everyone gone, things were quiet. Last year, I told the uncle, “So they bought a new home hm?” “Yeah,” the uncle said. He smiled, “Yeah. They did.” When I towed my luggage with me into the hallway in front of the door, I immediately noticed the walls. They were clean with fresh paint, the air still smelled like it. No stick figures or random scratches and crayon streaks. No left over stickers. Then I noticed the quiet. No crying. No yelling. I cradled the bags up the stairs and to my room. I heard my footsteps cause creaks and the roll of the luggage wheels across the wooden floorboards. There was a new shine on them. Each room was plastered with wallpaper that was not there the last time I visited. With the children gone, the house was rejuvenated. I went back downstairs and sat down in the kitchen and waited for my cup of coffee. I had to reorient myself. I barely recognized it. Even the cherry tree in the backyard was chopped down. I looked over the table along side the wall and saw a blue wire cage with white fluff in the corner. I smiled. I knew Stephanie too well. It was inevitable. “So you got lonely?” I said. “Oui,” she said. By the second month, she needed some kind of companionship. The workdays at Fnac were long and because she was only an intern, she bore the brunt of whatever was left unfinished (or didn't want to finish) by everyone else. The walk from the RER station to her home was long. And in the winter, snow covered the entire distance, making it even longer. Since her parents didn't allow for something the size of a dog, even a lap dog, and she disliked cats, she settled for a rabbit. The rabbit's name was Nina. The pet store owner said that it was an Alaskan but when she got home and looked them up on google images, Nina bore little resemblance to an Alaskan. But, she didn't care. Stephanie took off her coat and poured a bottle of Heineken into a glass. She had just got home. “So you drink now?” I said. “Work,” she said. She took a sip and set the glass on the table. She took her attention to the cage and began and replaced Nina's water bottle. She left the beer there. By the time she finished it, it had gone warm. The house was still quiet. Her mom said it was fitting that she ended up with a rabbit since she was after all, born in the year of the rabbit. Though both of her parents disliked the idea, they didn't say much. Stephanie was their youngest daughter. This exception, they would allow. But as Nina grew, and her temper grew (she shook the cage door with both front paws whenever she was hungry or wanted a meal), they moved the cage to the garage. “We'll move it back to dining room when it's winter!” they both said. . Later that night, while everyone was sleeping, we opened the cage door. Nina put one paw out first, then she hoped out, stood on her hind legs and sprinted towards the love seat. She went underneath it. Tunneled through the gap between the sofa and wall. Went behind the television where all the wires were. “She's going to chew the wires,” Stephanie said. I reached over and tried to grab Nina but only felt her body stretch out of my grip. She repeated this a few times before hoping onto the sofa and spreading her body out. She closed her eyes. They looked like the old woman who sold bananas wrapped in sticky rice and bamboo leaves at the corner whenever she looked up from underneath her straw hat. That same kind of squint. Stephanie and I sat on the sofa together next to Nina. Stephanie stroked Nina's back. I think if I listened closely, maybe I could have heard a purr. It was the only time I ever saw Stephanie smile while I was in Paris.
IKEA Coffee Table with Wicker Stool-4500NT$
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