Drop Leaf Kitchen Table Set - Recycled Coffee Table - Table Antiques.
Drop Leaf Kitchen Table Set
- A hinged table leaf
- a hinged leaf on a table that can be raised and supported by a bracket
- A hinged extension flap to a table, dropping vertically when not in use, which can be supported horizontally by a swing leg, a fly bracket or a loper. It's often made using a rule joint, but may be a butt.
- A type of table having a hinged leaves that hang vertically when not in use, allowing for saved space. The leaves are supported by brackets, when raised, which enlarges the usuable surface of the tabletop.
- A group of people with common interests or occupations or of similar social status
- A group or collection of things that belong together, resemble one another, or are usually found together
- put: put into a certain place or abstract location; "Put your things here"; "Set the tray down"; "Set the dogs on the scent of the missing children"; "Place emphasis on a certain point"
- A collection of implements, containers, or other objects customarily used together for a specific purpose
- a group of things of the same kind that belong together and are so used; "a set of books"; "a set of golf clubs"; "a set of teeth"
- fit(p): (usually followed by `to' or `for') on the point of or strongly disposed; "in no fit state to continue"; "fit to drop"; "laughing fit to burst"; "she was fit to scream"; "primed for a fight"; "we are set to go at any time"
drop leaf kitchen table set - Target Marketing
Target Marketing Systems 3pc Tiffany Dining Set, White/Natural
This 3 piece Drop Leaf set is perfect for small, intimate settings! Both table & chairs are made of tropical hardwood. The table measures 30 inches long by 30 inches wide by 29 inches high, this dining table has a natural top with a white finish. It transforms from a 30 inch square to 43.75 inches wide when the 13. 75 inch drop leaf is raised. The sturdy Country Cottage chairs compliment this lovely set & measures 17.5 inches wide by 15.5 inches deep by 35.5 inches high, with some assembly is required.
i did another test and i really liked the results so here they r Strains of Mariah Carey floated in the background as Sasuke and you held each other close. The two of you swayed back and forth to the song as Sasuke wrapped his arms around your waist making you blush. "Be gentle Sasuke." you laughed. "Don't worry, I will be." Sasuke responded with. "You look beautiful, babe." He said in a loud whisper. "And you look very handsome." You said with a smile. You let your head relax on Sasuke's shoulder as you closed your eyes. Sasuke scent of vanilla was so familiar and a wonderful scent to you. It was Ino's 18th birthday and they were celebrating with a big party her family threw for her. It was a large outdoor party with beautiful lights and Jazzy Pha as the DJ (how she got him no one knows). Everything was lovely and all the couples were dancing to the slow song. Naruto and Hinata, Neji and Tenten, Shikamaru and Temari, Sasuke and you, and all the other couples. Yes, Sasuke and you had been together a long time now, and the two of you had never been happier. Sasuke had changed a lot since he came back to Konoha. He had become a lot nicer and much more social, and actually happened to develop a crush on you, about a month later, he finally asked you on a date. Flashback you were walking happily down the streets of Konoha holding up some grocery bags. It was a lovely day in the leaf village the sun sent a warm blanket of rays over the land and there were not a lot of clouds to cover the sun. It was a gorgeous day to go out and have fun. you continued walking unable to see where you were going because of the large grocery bags. BAM! you bumped into someone and hit your head. "Ouch," you said rubbing your head. "Oh my Gosh Tokiya I'm so sorry!" you heard someone with a low manly but very sweet voice answer. "S-Sasuke?" you said blushing. "Tokiya, are you hurt?" He asked in a concerned voice. you sat there for a little while, admiring the beauty of the man. "Please accept my apology." He said reaching his hand out. you stared at his hand for a moment. you hesitated at first, but soon grabbed his hand. Sasuke pulled you up on your feet. You nearly lost your balance and fell onto Sasuke. You where leaning on Sasuke, your face buried in his chest and your hands on his shoulders. you blushed lightly and let yourself stay there, never wanting to leave that spot. Sasuke grabbed your chin pulling you up to look at his face. "Are you hurt anywhere?" you nodded slowly. "Yes, I hurt my head." you said rubbing the wound on your head. Sasuke put his hand on your head and began rubbing your head. "Damn, that's some bump." He said massaging it. you winced at the pain but everything felt so right with Sasuke holding you. "Come to my house with me Tokiya, I'll get you some ice or something." you nodded and smiled. "Thanks Sasuke." Sasuke walked into his house holding your hand behind him. "Here sit down, I'll be right back." Sasuke walked off into a room, which you assumed was the kitchen. you sat down on a navy blue couch and set your bags next to you. You examined the room. It was a simple room with a TV, a coffee table, a couch, a fireplace with some pictures of family and friends on the mantel. 'Wow, Sasuke is a really clean person' you thought. "I got your ice." Sasuke said walking out of the kitchen. you looked over at Sasuke and smiled. "Thanks." Sasuke stood in front of you and got down on one knee so he was at your level. "This may hurt just a little." Sasuke brought the ice pack to your head. "Ah…" you said as he pressed it on your head. "It's all right." He said grabbing your hand. "I'll squeeze your hand so you can ignore the pain." you blushed and squeezed his hand back. Sasuke pushed your hair out of your face and smiled. "I never noticed this, but you have really gorgeous eyes." He said. you giggled and said, "Thank you, you have beautiful eyes too." The two of you sat there staring in each other's eyes for a while, both blushing and not saying a word. "Does it still hurt?" Sasuke asked breaking the silence between the to of you. you shook your head and blushed. "I feel much better now. Thank you for your aid." "No problem" Sasuke stood up and held out his hand for you to hold. you grabbing his hand and he helped you up, (but this time you where sure not to fall on him). "Hey I have an idea." Sasuke said looking down at you with a cheerful expression. "Let's go on a date!" Those words 'let's go on a date' made a shiver go down your spine. 'Uchiha Sasuke wants to date me!' "What do you say Tokiya?" Sasuke with that large and beautiful smile still on his face, "wanna date?" you pushed your hair behind your ears, sti
As I’m walking down the street I think to myself ‘the world is fucked up and it’d be better for everyone to commit suicide’. After that I buy a ticket on the tram. The tram driver is very polite, even greets me with a smile and I notice how his uniform and tie completely, impeccably match, just like his hairdo and his smile. I take a seat and wait and look outside the window, avoiding to make any eye contact with any of the other passengers. The two old ladies with their dogs chatting about the 16-year old daughter of someone they know. How she turned out to be pregnant not so long ago. What a shame it is. Or the guy in the suit reading the financial pages of a high profile newspaper. No doubt checking how his stocks are holding up. Or the boy with his long, black, leather overcoat wearing lipstick, perhaps trying to shock the world with his looks, maybe wanting to make a statement against all kinds of conventions in our society, or maybe against his teachers that fail to recognize his self proclaimed artistic talents, or maybe against his parents who order him to be home by one o’clock every Saturday night. But I ignore them all. Thank god for ipod. Or discman. Or walkman, for all I care. I don’t want to sound like a snob here after all. Once arrived in the city center I get off the tram, glad to be leaving the bunch of losers on it behind me. What was it again I had set out for myself to do? Oh yes, buying flowers for my girlfriend. That sweet little angel of mine that cooks me delicious dinners, surprises me with little presents every now and then and has sworn to love me until the moon falls from the sky, the stars don’t see the point in shining anymore and the deserts have taken over control of all the other earthly landscapes. And even then, she has told me, I will still love you. Someone who says those kind of things to me is bound to be the love of my life. That’s the only thing I’m almost sure about. And I love her too. And pitty her as well, because every day she has to face all kinds of people at the bookshop she works in. People with bad breath, people with dandruff on their shoulders, people who have no time, no manners, no deodorant. People who think they always should be served first. People who think she has nothing else to do all day, but wait for them to come so she can help them with that sweet smile on that beautiful face of hers and who in the end still have the guts to ask for a discount. And Orthodox Jews who are afraid she will touch them when handing back their change, because someone, somewhere, at some point has decided it is forbidden for them to touch any non Orthodox Jewish women. Still, she manages to be patient with them. As she is patient with me. ‘Hey Stijn, how are you?!’ someone behind me suddenly asks. I turn around and immediately recognize Paul, a guy I’ve been to school with years ago. I pretend not to recognize him. ‘It’s me, Paul, the guy you’ve been to school with, remember?’ Do I look like I’d remember you if I didn’t have such a great memory for all the scapegoats, wankers and tossers that crossed my path at some sorry point in my life? ‘Hi Paul, I’m fine, how are you?’ Although I’m not the kind of writer who likes to omit any thrilling details from his daily life, right now I can’t be bothered to describe the chitchat that follows between Paul and me, which ends up in Paul asking me to go and have a drink somewhere, which I agree with in all my weakness. So we go to some pub I know and sit down to have that drink. ‘An apple juice, please’ I say when the waitress comes around. Paul orders a beer. ‘You’re drinking apple juice?’ Paul asks with a certain disdain in his voice. ‘Yes’ I say, ‘I find it refreshing and I like the taste’. What’s his fucking problem anyway? I’ll tell you what his problem is. It’s 14h26 in the afternoon and he’s drinking beer. That’s what his problem is. Paul seems to be pondering over my answer, while we wait in silence for the apple juice and the beer to arrive. I light a cigarette. ‘I didn’t know you smoked. I thought you were always so much against smoking’ Paul tries to change the subject. ‘I still am very much against smoking’. For christ sake, does anyone need these kind of conversations? Paul looks confused. ‘Well, I guess many things have changed since our school days’. ‘That’s an almost certain probability, Paul’. The waitress arrives with our drinks. She’s definitely not over twenty and is wearing a nice skirt allowing her beautifully tanned legs to get the appreciative looks they deserve. I imagine waiting for her until the end of her shift and going together to her place to play sexual games, one of which including me licking a green olive that is pressed between her divinely pink labia minora as she stands naked above me on the kitchen floor. Black olives really don’t do it for me. Green olives are the only kind I like. Though I had to learn to appreciate them. It’s an acquired taste, as they say. Anyway, I think waitres