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Gold Leaf Side Table

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    side table
  • A table placed at the side of a room or apart from the main table
  • Small accent table used for display, which is usually placed either against a wall or aside from the principal table. (See table)
  • Any table designed to stand against a wall.
  • Any table built with the intention of displaying only one side. Side table normally have one unfinished side that is meant to be placed against a wall or another piece of furniture. They are often semi-circular or rectangular in shape.
    gold leaf
  • Gold leaf is gold that is beaten into extremely thin sheets. The thin gold sheets are commonly used for gilding. Gold leaf is available in a wide variety of karats and shades. 22-karat yellow gold is the most commonly used.
  • a very thin form of gold foil
  • Gold that has been beaten into a very thin sheet, used in gilding
  • Gold manufactured into thin leaves; the gold used in gilding. Gold leaf comes between sheets of tissue, with each leaf 3 3/8" square. The leaves are packaged in books of 25, and a cardboard box of 20 books is sold as a pack.
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Gold Leaf Coffee Table with Claw Feet
Gold Leaf Coffee Table with Claw Feet
LCQ-CT-GOLD Chinese coffee table perfect for any home! This stunning claw foot coffee table from Oriental Furniture features decorative claw foot legs that add to the sturdy construction of this functional piece. This Asian coffee table is hand-crafted by artisans in the Guangdong province of mainland China and hand-finished in a rich, clear lacquer. A truly unique accent piece that adds an Asian rustic flair to any room. Features: -Gold leaf theme -Claw foot coffee table -Handmade -Solid elm wood construction -Claw foot detailing -Hand painted -Overall dimensions: 18''H x 45.5''W x 23.5''D

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stay gold, ponyboy (365-205)
stay gold, ponyboy (365-205)
Day 205 of 365: a year in songs and photos Song: Get Up Kids, Stay Gold, Ponyboy What does a pickle have to do with a copy of The Outsiders? You’re going to have to read the long, long, long story below to find out. I mean, it's really long. But I think it's worth the read and I never really say that about my own stuff. Written about four years ago. Friday night, the daughter and friends went to a school play in the next district over. After the play, they went bowling with the kids from the other school. You what? You went bowling with those kids? Uhh..yea? Is there a problem with that? Well it's just that in my day... Oh, god. Please don't. I told her the story, anyhow. I don't know how or why the rivalry started. I was born into it. By the time I was eleven or so, I knew that the kids from the next town were bad, bad children and I should never associate with them. I heard this not from my parents, who remained completely unaware of the rivalry, but from the older siblings of my peers, who regaled us with stories of a rivalry so intense that I often imagined it would escalate into a bloody battle that would make headline news around the world. We're talking Sharks and Jets. Crips and Bloods. Yankees and Red Sox. During the school months, the battle between towns was nearly dormant. Sure, we made fun of their school, their football team, their mascot, their heritage, their mothers. We made up songs about them and carved nasty rumors about them into telephone poles. They, in turn, did the same to us. Our towns were separated by a two lane main road. The north side of the road was ours. The south side, theirs. We often straddled the yellow line that cut the road in half, just for the shits and giggles of being in two towns at once. Hey, this was the suburbs, 1970's. Entertainment was not easy to find. On the south side of that road was a 7-11. Unlike today, where there's a 7-11 on practically every block, there was just a lone store back then. And we had to cross into the rival town to patronize it. Sure, we had Carl's candy store. And Murray's. But Carl didn't have the array of candy that 7-11 did. And Murray had a vicious German shepherd in his store that left teeth marks in the candy. Besides, 7-11 was huge in comparison to the mom and pop stores. The huger the store, the harder it was to watch over. Which meant more opportunity for five-finger discounts. Every once in a while, we would run into some of our rivals in the 7-11, especially during the summer when Slurpees were at a premium. Dirty looks would be exchanged. Stares would be met with icier stares. There might be a silent stand off. Someone might utter a whispered insult. There would be no scuffle, no yelling, no fight. Just a chilled silence coupled with the affected stares of middle class kids who weren't sure how to get a rivalry past the insult stage and into gang war territory. Or maybe we just liked it the way it was. Things finally came to a head in the summer of '75. It started in June at, of course, 7-11, when I ran into Sissy Smith* at the Slurpee machine. Sissy was the youngest in a family of five kids. She was the only girl. Her brothers had a reputation for being tough, mean and criminally insane. When we talked of bad kids, we talked of the Smiths. They were the ringleaders of every near-fight that almost took place. It was said that the oldest boy, Steven, was in jail, and that the three younger boys had all seen the inside of the juvie hall. They were legend. Sissy herself was two years younger and about three inches shorter than me. I wasn't exactly a giant, so Sissy's small stature (this was the first time I was up that close to her) surprised me. I had heard so much about this rough-and-tumble girl; I knew some older sisters of friends that were terrified of her. It was all in her demeanor and her voice. Sissy carried herself as if she were six feet tall and made of body armor. Her voice was thick, raspy and deep and you may think that would sound funny coming out of a tiny eleven year old, but Sissy, with her dark, short-cropped hair and permanently scowling mouth knew how to work that voice so that when she spoke to you, she was indeed six feet tall and made of body armor. I'm not sure of the exact sequence of events that occurred that June afternoon. I just know that it involved me, several of the boys I was with and a perceived slight towards Sissy, and it culminated with the lot of us running out of 7-11 as if being chased by fire. We crossed the two lanes without looking both ways and only looked back at the store when we had safely made onto our side of the street. Sissy and two of her brothers were standing outside the store, emitting a string of curse words I had previously only heard uttered by large, hairy men at fire department picnics. A sense of doom fell over me. I had this vision of my entire summer ruined, months of relentless heat t
Rose Hill Mansion - Front Parlor / Formal Parlor
Rose Hill Mansion - Front  Parlor / Formal  Parlor
Rose Hill Mansion, Looking through the connecting archway from the Back Parlor into the Front Parlor. The Front Parlor features an eight piece Classic Rococo Revival set (settees/sofas & chairs) in solid rosewood, 1845, by Alexander Roux of NYC (1837-1881). Between the windows, which are hung with Italian silk damask is an Empire pier table with white marble columns with ormulu capitals which uphold a marble top. Made by Haines & Holmes (1826-1830) in NYC it has carved claw feet which are "antique vert" which is a method of simulating ancient bronze by using a deep green-black paint highlighted with powdered gold to enhance the effect of burnishing. Hanging above the table is an antique gilt mirror. The fireplace has a white marble mantel with slender pilasters. On the mantel are a pair of double Argand lamps with the original frosted and cut glass shades in the Gothic style of John B. Jones of Boston. In the center near the fireplace, is a round mahogany Empire pedestal table with a marble top and gold leaf trim. Overhead hangs a crystal chandelier with cut glass prisms and candles. The wall to wall carpet has a floral and geometric design which depicts the period of the house. Here you get a glimpse of the double archway, called a parlor screen, which divides the parlors. That doorway, to the left, is one of the two closets which are in the embrasures between the two rooms in this archway. The arch is framed on the sides facing both the front parlor and the back parlor by engaged Ionic columns, identical with the order of the porticos and the front door except for the addition of a necking band on the capitals of the honeysuckle or palmette ornamentation. Sliding doors which disappear into a recess in the embrasures provide for closing one parlor off fron the other. Rose Hill Mansion is located on Route 96A in Geneva, NY.

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