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There was an innocent piece of dinner-furniture that went upon easy castors and was kept over a livery stable-yard in Duke Street, Saint James's, when not in use, to whom the Veneerings were a source of blind confusion. The name of this article was Twemlow.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
A collection of chairs seems to show someone that is used to resting while others get the work done. I have no use for finely crafted furniture.
I make very basic country rustic furniture.
Tockytock, tockytock
clumped our Alpine, Edwardian cuckoo clock,
slung with strangled, wooden game.
When you quilting up a life, you sometimes got to start with any piece you can get your hands on.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
I'm going to Hell in a basket
Weaved in from my sins
Like wicker
With little Wiccan ties
As if I'm a witch
Accused
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
I had a quack in the floor. So, I had to use ductile.
Cow - Tanith Low
A wood that smells of the sea.
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
The Homestuck-ery of it all!Homestuck-Ery-- Me
A wild, wick slip she was
Rat-a-tat-tat."
"Quack."Quack-- Kate Angell
My father told me all about the birds and the bees, the liar - I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty one.
You just may be a redneck if your lawn furniture used to be your living room furniture.
Fools are very often united in the strictest intimacies, as the lighter kinds of woods are the most closely glued together.
well-worn Victorian settee covered in burgundy sateen,
We never know the timber of a man's soul until something cuts into him deeply and brings the grain out strong. You've the making of a mighty fine piece of furniture ...
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down.
Laminated Lettuce ... perfect for holiday gift giving.
Don't you mean, witch?
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk ...
THE MAN IN THE WOOD
In the dining room, next to my collection of colorful papier-mache Mardi Gras float art, hang draperies made of the New Orleans toile fabric that I designed pre-Katrina for Hazelnut.
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
I like everything to be dependable, heavy, English furniture.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Don't hold me to anything in the book. I'm a waffler. I like wafflers. They said John Kerry was a waffler, but I admired him for that - showed he could change his mind.
What are you doing?" I asked Loretta.
"Stabbing a cushion," she told me.
Out of used furniture she made a tree.
The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
Walls have tongues, and hedges ears.
There is a love of wood, as of other things that do not answer to our touch.
I love beautiful wood.
It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.
The Satisfactions of the Mad Farmer ... the quiet in the woods of a summer morning, the voice of a pewee passing through it like a tight silver wire; ...
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
You might be a redneck if you watch Little House on the Prairie for decorating tips.
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
Delicious Pumpkin Loaf
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand <>ong>onong> your cheek ...
Fall the deep curtains,
delicate the weave,
fair the thread.
Eighteenth century American furniture and the design of the architects Greene and Greene are my special love.
color, from badger-colored veterans who could handle
Use crazy glue and nails to turn a rocking chair into just a chair that looks like a rocking chair.
She wore a tattered wiesenboden the color
of a schooper.
A woodpecker's drilling Echoes To the mountain clouds.
Please restrain your commentary on the furniture.
Spotted Park Bench
I am a park bench.
Ordinary words cannot
express my thoughts on birds.
Memories
Hello, duck,
in yellow
cloth stuffed from
inside out,
little
pillow.
Another's wife is a white swan, and ours is bitter wormwood.
You see me no more comfortable in it than a cat coiffed with a calabash.
Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.
Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
George Sears, called Nessmuk, whose "Woodcraft," published in 1884, was the first American book on forest camping, and is written with so much wisdom, wit, and insight that it makes Henry David Thoreau seem alien, humorless, and French.
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
Bring me your Nortons, your Kramdens, your housewives, and sewermen.
Weight my limbs with the nests of your flotsam, that we may chirp in chorus this melancholy anthem.
Mourn with your busdriver piety this sapless husk;
dull with your tender hymn the string of the lumberman's axe.
Follow the grain in your own wood ...
She makes me wash, they make me comb all to thunder; she won't let me sleep in the woodshed ... the widder [widow] eats by a bell; she goes to bed by a bell; she wakes up by a bell-everything's so awful reg'lar a body can't stand it
Of what good is an armchair of velvet when the rest of the environment does not match? It is like a man going around naked and wearing a three-cornered hat.
Wax myrtle: The birds love this stuff.
Oh my gods, when do you not sport wood? There are bathrooms in the back, so go burp the worm or whatever.
Regin
Furniture is meant to be used and enjoyed.
Little James Herondale, age two, was in fact holding a dagger quite well. He stabbed it into a sofa cushion, sending out a burst of feathers.
"Ducks," he said, pointing at the feathers.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.
The pine is the mother of legends.
If we built houses the way we build software, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilization.
Quack: A boastful pretender to arts which he does not understand. A vain boastful pretender to physick; An artful, tricking practitioner in physick.
I know muckers are the simplest of commoners and becoming a lady's maid is a right honor, but I couldn't give up the wild steppes forever, couldn't turn my back on Mama and all she taught. I feel like a mucker from the ends of my hair to the mud of my bones.
In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle.
[In the house of the fiddler all fiddle.]
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares ...
What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?
A pretty building I'm making, without either bricks or timber. I'm up i' the garret a'ready, and haven't so much as dug the foundation.
Lion which was nailed to the wall to the bowl of apple cores which sat on a small wooden table.
He sits, strong and blunt as a Celtic cross,
Clearly used to silence and an armchair:
Tonight the wife and children will be quiet
At slammed door and smoker's cough in the hall.
Fenwick, sitting down to
What kind of tartan is this?" he said as he felt the fabric. "McCloud," Betty told him. "Welcome to the clan, son." Excellent, thought Lake. There would be no getting rid of her now.
I wanted to design a chair which looked like a shrub pruned to look
like a chair.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here ...
Why is a raven like a writing-desk?
In front of the coffee tablethere is a neon-pink stump stool, which I bought because my friend Amanda Brooks told me that every house has to have a 'wart,' or one really ugly piece.
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
I situate myself, and seat myself,
And where you recline I shall recline,
For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me.
I loaf and curl up my tail
I yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip patch.
(From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP)
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
A brick could be used like a giraffe could be used as a neck warmer. You could also use my foreskin.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Rache! Glad you're ... Tink loves a duck!" he said, wings clattering. "It stinks of sex in here. God, woman. I leave you alone for one night, and you're humping the ghost." - Jenks to Rachel