BROWN ROUND DINING TABLE. FOLDING ACTIVITY TABLE. GLASS COVER FOR TABLE.
Brown Round Dining Table
- A table is a type of furniture comprising an open, flat surface supported by a base or legs. It may be used to hold articles such as food or papers at a convenient or comfortable height when sitting, and is therefore often used in conjunction with chairs.
- (Dining Tables) The first dining tables of which survivors remain are the type known as refectory tables. They are made usually of oak, and one of the earliest, at Penshurst Place in Kent, has a typical thick top of joined planks supported on three separate trestles.
- A table on which meals are served in a dining room
- a table at which meals are served; "he helped her clear the dining table"; "a feast was spread upon the board"
- Of a color produced by mixing red, yellow, and black, as of dark wood or rich soil
- an orange of low brightness and saturation
- (of bread) Made from a dark, unsifted, or unbleached flour
- Dark-skinned or suntanned
- fry in a pan until it changes color; "brown the meat in the pan"
- of a color similar to that of wood or earth
- Alter (a number) to one less exact but more convenient for calculations
- Pass and go around (something) so as to move on in a changed direction
- wind around; move along a circular course; "round the bend"
- a charge of ammunition for a single shot
- from beginning to end; throughout; "It rains all year round on Skye"; "frigid weather the year around"
- Give a round shape to
brown round dining table - Bundle-57 Bar
Bundle-57 Bar Height 30" Round Dining Table - Mesh Top Finish: Chestnut Brown
[***INCLUDED IN THIS SET: (1)Bar Height 30" Round Dining Table - Mesh Top] Finish: Chestnut Brown The beauty and character of hand-formed metal, blended with intricate details, allows the Classics Wrought Iron Collection to fit any style or taste. The Bar Height Table Collection come with your choice of clear or obscure tempered safety glass, or metal mesh tops, combining the durability and beauty of Woodard's authentic designs. -Optional cushions and side stools are not included and must be purchased separately. Features: -No Assembly Required -Mesh Table Top -Suitable for residential and commercial use -NOTE: Umbrellas for use with bar height tables must have extended height bottom poles. -Stool seat height: 30.5'' -Rust proof stools About Woodard Wrought Iron Each Woodard frame is purified and dipped into a bath of zinc phosphates (rust inhibitors) during our state-of-the-art MetalGuard finishing products. Wrought Iron frames are electrostatically coated, creating a permanent seal that locks out rust. They are also finished with the highest quality powder-coat paint finish for durability and beauty. Woodard continues to hand-craft each piece of wrought iron furniture-a tradition handed down through generations. Combining the heaviest available solid wrought iron stock with the best steel, our individual craftsmen use an anvil and hammer to forge the intricate details found on many Woodard frames. Woodard designers meticulously study each product style with the goal of preserving authentic designs. Fabrics are selected on the basis of quality, coloration, trend, and in some cases, historical significance. Finish choices range from colorations which are current in vogue to those who are traditional and timeless. Design integrity by Woodard is a reality-not a concept.
Intelligent Design by Paul Rudnick The New Yorker September 26, 2005 Day No. 1: And the Lord God said, “Let there be light,” and lo, there was light. But then the Lord God said, “Wait, what if I make it a sort of rosy, sunset-at-the-beach, filtered half-light, so that everything else I design will look younger?” “I’m loving that,” said Buddha. “It’s new.” “You should design a restaurant,” added Allah. Day No. 2: “Today,” the Lord God said, “let’s do land.” And lo, there was land. “Well, it’s really not just land,” noted Vishnu. “You’ve got mountains and valleys and—is that lava?” “It’s not a single statement,” said the Lord God. “I want it to say, ‘Yes, this is land, but it’s not afraid to ooze.’ ” “It’s really a backdrop, a sort of blank canvas,” put in Apollo. “It’s, like, minimalism, only with scale.” “But—brown?” Buddha asked. “Brown with infinite variations,” said the Lord God. “Taupe, ochre, burnt umber—they’re called earth tones.” “I wasn’t criticizing,” said Buddha. “I was just noticing.” Day No. 3: “Just to make everyone happy,” said the Lord God, “today I’m thinking oceans, for contrast.” “It’s wet, it’s deep, yet it’s frothy; it’s design without dogma,” said Buddha, approvingly. “Now, there’s movement,” agreed Allah. “It’s not just ‘Hi, I’m a planet—no splashing.’ ” “But are those ice caps?” inquired Thor. “Is this a coherent vision, or a highball?” “I can do ice caps if I want to,” sniffed the Lord God. “It’s about a mood,” said the Angel Moroni, supportively. “Thank you,” said the Lord God. Day No. 4: “One word,” said the Lord God. “Landscaping. But I want it to look natural, as if it all somehow just happened.” “Do rain forests,” suggested a primitive tribal god, who was known only as a clicking noise. “Rain forests here,” decreed the Lord God. “And deserts there. For a spa feeling.” “Which is fresh, but let’s give it glow,” said Buddha. “Polished stones and bamboo, with a soothing trickle of something.” “I know where you’re going,” said the Lord God. “But why am I seeing scented candles and a signature body wash?” “Shut up,” said Buddha. “You shut up,” said the Lord God. “It’s all about the mix,” Allah declared in a calming voice. “Now let’s look at some swatches.” Day No. 5: “I’d like to design some creatures of the sea,” the Lord God said. “Sleek but not slick.” “Yes, yes, and more yes—it’s a total gills moment,” said Apollo. “But what if you added wings?” “Fussy,” whispered Buddha to Zeus. “Why not epaulets and a sash?” “Legs,” said Allah. “Now let’s do legs.” “Are we already doing dining-room tables?” asked the Lord God, confused. “No, design some creatures with legs,” said Allah. So the Lord God, nodding, designed an ostrich. “First draft,” everyone agreed, and so the Lord God designed an alligator. “There’s gonna be a waiting list,” Zeus murmured appreciatively. “Now do puppies!” pleaded Vishnu. “And kitties!” “Ooooo!” all the gods cooed. Then, feeling a bit embarrassed, Zeus ventured, “Design something more practical, like a horse or a mule.” “What about a koala?” asked the Lord God. “Much better,” Zeus declared, cuddling the furry little animal. “I’m going to call him Buttons.” Day No. 6: “Today I’m really going out there,” said the Lord God. “And I know it won’t be popular at first, and you’re all gonna be saying, ‘Earth to Lord God,’ but in a few million years it’s going to be timeless. I’m going to design a man.” And everyone looked upon the man that the Lord God designed. “It has your eyes,” Zeus told the Lord God. “Does it stack?” inquired Allah. “It has a naive, folk-artsy, I-made-it-myself vibe,” said Buddha. The Inca sun god, however, only scoffed. “Been there. Evolution,” he said. “It’s called a shaved monkey.” “I like it,” protested Buddha. “But it can’t work a strapless dress.” Everyone agreed on this point, so the Lord God announced, “Well, what if I give it nice round breasts and lose the penis?” “Yes,” the gods said immediately. “Now it’s intelligent,” said Aphrodite. “But what if I made it blond?” giggled the Lord God. “And what if I made you a booming offscreen voice in a lot of bad movies?” asked Aphrodite. Day No. 7: “You know, I’m really feeling good about this whole intelligent-design deal,” said the Lord God. “But do you think that I could redo it, keeping the quality but making it at a price point we could all live with?” “I’m not sure,” said Buddha. “You mean, what if you designed a really basic, no-frills planet? Like, do the man and the woman really need all those toes?” “Hello!” said the Lord God. “Clean lines, no moving parts, functional but fun. Three bright, happy, wash ’n’ go colors.” “Swedish meets Japanese, with maybe a Platinum Collector’s Edition for the geeks,” Buddha decided. “Done,” said the Lord God. “Now let’s start thinking about Pluto. What if everything on Pluto was brushed aluminum?” “You mean, let’s do Neptune again?” said Buddha. ¦
"Will you walk into my parlour?" Said a spider to a fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy." ~ Mary Howitt, 1799-1888 ~ "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there." Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!" Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do, To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?" "Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be, I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise, How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day." The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly, And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly. Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing, "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue -- Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again! And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed: Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly."