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Do The Drapes Match The Carpet
- (DO THIS) A weekly calendar of events on the GWired Student Network
- Arrange (cloth or clothing) loosely or casually on or around something
- Let (oneself or a part of one's body) rest somewhere in a casual or relaxed way
- Adorn, cover, or wrap (someone or something) loosely with folds of cloth
- (drape) arrange in a particular way; "drape a cloth"
- (drape) curtain: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
- A floor or stair covering made from thick woven fabric, typically shaped to fit a particular room
- rug: floor covering consisting of a piece of thick heavy fabric (usually with nap or pile)
- A large rug, typically an oriental one
- form a carpet-like cover (over)
- A thick or soft expanse or layer of something
- be compatible, similar or consistent; coincide in their characteristics; "The two stories don't agree in many details"; "The handwriting checks with the signature on the check"; "The suspect's fingerprints don't match those on the gun"
- A short, thin piece of wood or cardboard used to light a fire, being tipped with a composition that ignites when rubbed against a rough surface
- provide funds complementary to; "The company matched the employees' contributions"
- A piece of wick or cord designed to burn at a uniform rate, used for firing a cannon or lighting gunpowder
- lighter consisting of a thin piece of wood or cardboard tipped with combustible chemical; ignites with friction; "he always carries matches to light his pipe"; "as long you've a lucifer to light your fag"
Learning Carpets Where In The World Play Carpet
Where in the world play carpet - A visual map of the world with graphics native to each land; the fun way to learn geography! This Learning Carpets® carpet is a popular kid carpet and part of our Play Carpets series of rugs for kids. The Anti-Microbial treatment is a durable locked-in chemistry that is incorporated into the backing composite of Learning Carpets® rugs to minimize product deterioration and odors caused by microbial activity. This floor-covering enhancement means that any spills penetrating below the face of the carpet will come in contact with the antimicrobial treatment, minimizing the opportunity for product-deteriorating microbial activity in the backing or beneath the carpet. This chemistry has been tested for effectiveness and safety and is EPA Approved. In addition, this antimicrobial protection remains active for the life of the carpet under normal use conditions for commercial carpet as long as routinely accepted maintenance practices are followed. Shipping & Returns - To reduce shipping costs this item ships direct from the manufacturer in 1-2 business days. Please allow 10-14 days for shipping time. Learning Carpets® charges a 25% restocking fee on returns. Items must be unused and properly packaged to avoid damage during return shipment. Manufacturer Warranty: Lifetime Abrasive Wear - Lifetime Anti-Microbial Protection - Lifetime Anti-Static Fiber.
These Ties that Bind and Hold Us Tightly Rise Like Smoke From a Candle...
When I entered the store, the cool are from inside rushed around me and rustled my hair in a whirl around my neck. The room smelled pleasant, a mellow citrus scent that was both welcoming and energizing. Every surface was clean and gleaming. The goods were lined up like soldiers on the shelves, ready to jump into my hands and into the battlefield of my home. A salesgirl approached me with a pleasant smile on her face. She was wearing a snug black shirt and neat khaki slacks. Her chromed name tag assured me that her name was Sue, and the letters had been made with a label maker instead of scrawled out with a marker. Very tidy.
"Hi. Is there anything that I can help you find today?" she asked in a perky, sunny voice.
"Hello. No, I'm just looking," I replied.
"Well, if you need anything, my name is Sue. All of our candles are half off, and you get a free scented hand sanitizer with every fifty dollar purchase," she said as she handed me a chrome shopping basket. She flitted back to the store window to complete her artful display. The arrangement promised happiness, confidence, and comfort.
As I browsed the store, I saw dozens of things I was sure I needed. My hands caressed a jeweled picture frame. My mind found the perfect spot for that lamp. My head longed to rest on a modern throw pillow that would look smashing heaped in a lush pile of coordinating bedding. I saw how my life could be. The rooms could match and the living room could transition gracefully into the dining room, already poised for entertaining. On the table, the centerpiece could change with the season - pumpkins and gourds in the fall, a tiny Christmas tree with miniature ornaments for winter, bowls of flowers for spring.
The store assured me that my home could smell perfectly all of the time. With this praline candle, one would never smell my elderly dog or the odor from the diaper pail. The reed diffusers promised me a serene, visually appealing vessel that would chase away the smell of our fishy dinner and obliterate the clinging remains of odors buried deeply in the carpet.
Finally, I found the perfect gateway to my new, lovely life. It was the perfect set of table linens. The fabrics held subtle linear motifs, barely discernible in the muted pallet of off whites. The napkins felt like cool water and drape beautifully around my fingers. Also, I could always come back for the table runner and place mats. The tablecloth assured me that I could throw the perfect wine and cheese party with grapes served artfully on a butcher block. Note to self: purchase butcher block and cheese serving set. Oh, and sleek, stemless wineglasses that held a casual Parisian elegance. When I paid, I found I had spent enough to receive the gift with purchase. The hand sanitizer was melon scented.
When I arrived home, I set my cheerfully wrapped purchases on the table. The white gift bag was graciously stuffed with robin's egg blue tissue paper. I set down my purse and looked around the room. Suddenly, I felt the claustrophobia of my clutter. There were stacks of magazines, piles of toys, and paperwork scattered across every table. I could smell my dog, and I needed to do laundry. An unopened box of dessert plates sat on a chair. They had been on sale.
These things had snuck in like smoke pouring under the door jam and now pulled me tight like a fine cord. I had never noticed the fog of things that tied me in their web.
So I did what any practical American woman would do. I picked up my purse and grabbed my car keys. I was going to a home store devoted to organization. They could help me contain my chaos with coordinated boxes and soothing labeling systems. The bins would be labeled as neatly as Sue's name tag.
Oh, and I needed a candle...
Watercolor, ink, graphite, and gouache on 140 lb paper
8.5" x 10.5"
Does the carpet match the drapes?
It does for this curb/car bumper combo in the Dogpatch. (Mmm, astro-turf.)
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