Sean Wilkinson Dissects Might & Main's Roaring Restaurant Successes
Five year old design firm Might & Main has designed many of Portland's hottest restaurants, including two current nominees for prestigious James Beard awards. Check out which ones, then come back and hear from co-founder Sean Wilkinson how his ...
April 8, 2015
Peirce Mansion volunteers finish latest phase of restoration
A winding mahogany staircase in the home's foyer divides the parlor and library. Colorful ornate rugs donated by the Sioux City Country Club cover the wood floor in the foyer and library, Schurtz's favorite room. A large gold-framed portrait of Peirce ...
April 4, 2015
Quinn & Farmer Sale Led By a "Really Heavy Desk Thingy"
An Aaron Willard mahogany tall-case clock was a standout among the traditional furniture lots, bringing $16,520 (est. $3000/5000). While there were quite a number of home-run-grade lots, much of the sale consisted of bargain hunting among very good ...
April 6, 2015
A New Life for the Boat Immortalized by John Steinbeck
The clock on the dash of my car glows 8:03. Pulling up to the city's south-side boatyard, no gate or guard station bars my . After the table was cleared and coffee was served, someone would always say to my uncles, 'Tell us a story about the Western ...
March 18, 2015
Museum-quality bronze depiction of an Egyptian goddess comprising 42 tiles ...
Additional furniture will include a large, heavily carved cabinet on full-body winged griffins, with a fall front and two drawers (6 feet 8 inches long); a Herter Brothers scenic inlaid rosewood side cabinet; a Pottier & Stymus Egyptian Revival ...
March 28, 2015
Auctions in London. Fine Furniture, Painting, Works of Art and Ceramics Sale ...
The front cover lot is a George III mahogany serpentine Kneehole desk, circa 1760, similar in design to the commode dressing tables of Thomas Chippendale. This desk was formerly in the early 20th century. Plender's desk is pictured in Symonds' book ...
March 28, 2015
Furnishing the RISD President's House
Dale Broholm, a senior critic in the furniture department, worked for half his usual rate when he built a mahogany dining table, whose top is inlaid with words arranged by Jan Fairbairn of the graphic design faculty. Ms. Somerson said that the mahogany ...
February 11, 2015
Today’s contributions are from Janet, Sue and Judy. The Bex Bissell upright carpet cleaner, a novelty,. I pushed the upright handle, amazed when fluff disappeared. Dusting the fine grey dust from the open fire,. Off the clock, spill jar, candle sticks,. The pot sink in the kitchen corner, scrubbed with Vim scouring powder,. Recollections of warmth, welcome and well-being. Small fingers felt shapes of salt and pepper pots,. New occupants, new memories. Janet Gibson. END OF TERM CLASSROOM. Dead eyes of monitors stare back at no-one. Crumbling bird’s nest decays on Our Nature Table. Sun-bleached posters askew, display nouns, verbs, apostrophe. Wilts and dies amidst paint pots weeping primary-coloured tears. Finger-smeared panes framed the first flakes of snow. And playtime drizzle promising steamy warmth and a Bunty-. Lone bag of toffees sticks fast to a desk drawer. Indignation at the confiscation long forgotten.
My husband & I went to the famous band’s concert which was held in the castle yard. There were many exited people around us. Some people were talking, some were humming well known songs, some did a little dancing and all of them, including us, couldn’t have waited for the concert to start. I strolled from one room to another looking for anybody who could help me. I was terrified and anxious but even those feelings didn’t stop me to admire all those beautiful rooms I went through. In one of those rooms, I looked through the window curious what was happening outside and saw that the situation didn’t look good. People were fighting, shouting, kicking each other and it didn’t seem to calming down. I stood by the window for a while wondering what I should do next when suddenly I heard a quiet sound coming behind the closed door next to me. I put my ear to the door and listened. I heard two voices behind the door. The other voice was feminine and tried to calm down the child. I thought nothing wrong should meet me there so I gently opened the door and entered the room. All walls were covered with turquoise wallpaper and the room was full of gorgeous white furniture and expensive, well selected toys. In the middle of the room on the rocking chair was sitting a middle age.
But this month had already been filled with infinite disasters. February was known much more as the month of heartbreaks. I thought I was put together much better than the depressed month. I tried first with my hands. I kept them hands close together, neatly positioned on the mahogany desk, adjacent to hers. I tried to keep a confident figure, and had been taught early on that hand placement could be seen as the first signs of a bold or a rather weak man. My focus on the contrary was scattered to say the least. Mary was one of the first things I centered on. But the point was I didn’t know much about her. Only what I found out in class because I hadn’t taken the time to hang with her for a while. And I will always assume it was she that had sat next to me in our first class. I would purse my lips, and I…would always just purse my lips at her. My way of holding back during class was to grasp a pencil in defense. I would keep going until all the pushing illuminated a texture that was sure to cause a tear in the paper. I would often skip to the next page cause a fresh sheet was what everybody would need halfway through class.