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The benefits of using entrance hall decorative painting Chinese style

The entrance hall is an important location for entering the home, and the layout should look fresh and bright, helping to visually open up the view and make people feel a sense of brightness from nature as soon as they enter the door. The Chinese-style entranceway decorative painting can do exactly the above requirements.

1. The use of Chinese-style entrance decorative paintings is a fashion trend, which can render a stylish home atmosphere

2. Chinoiserie paintings have a very good meaning.

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Process used in the Entrance Porch Decoration Painting Chinese-style

Hand embroidery, oil painting, woodwork, gold leaf, weaving, etc.

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1. There are many home decoration styles that can be matched

The lighted entrance porch decoration painting can be perfectly matched with modern, light luxury and Nordic home decoration styles, showing the unique beauty of the house space.

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The lighted entrance porch decoration painting brings light to the warm home, and it can be controlled by remote control, which is very considerate.

In love with the peachy 1889 Starrett House in Port Townsend, Washington. This amazing home has 11bd. & 10ba. Just reduced to $1.42M. The gorgeous large home is currently a B&B, b/c it’s so large and most of the antique furnishings are included in the price.

Isn’t the entrance and stairs stunning?  The rare free hung staircase winds up the 70 foot tower and culminates in a dome with frescoes. The floor plan is like a wedding cake with the floors replicating rooms, alcoves and porches stacked on each layer.

What a cozy sitting room. The original fireplace is gorgeous and look at the wallpaper border- it’s so beautiful, and they painted the molding white, but look at the accents that match the wallpaper.

The colors and patterns in this home are fabulous. Look at the ceiling in this dining room? 

This large sitting room has 2 sets of pocket doors to close it off from the entrance hall and the dining room. The decorative details in this home are so special. 

It doesn’t get any more authentic than this kitchen. Updated cabinets and appliances were fit into the original kitchen’s footprint. Notice the industrial sink in this professional kitchen.

Isn’t this cute? They made this back room into a small library.

Every bd. is completely decorated. This one has a lovely alcove. 

Very nicely remodeled bath as a wonderful vintage look.

The new owner will get all this gorgeous furniture. That’s amazing.

This room has a larger alcove. Also, notice the authentic light fixtures.

The attic is completely finished and is a flexible space.

There is also a separate guest quarter. 

This would be a nice space to accommodate a family.

In the basement is also an owner’s office.

Beautiful home. It has a small terrace on the top floor, plus a nice back porch. The fenced in yard is large enough to seat guests outdoors.

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In the balance - Chapter 4: Put

Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

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Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 3,1k

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, depression, angst, anxiety attacks, panic attacks, smut, non-con smut, vaginal sex, lack of hygiene, starvation due to depressive hungerstrike.

Summary: As it dawns on you how trapped you are, you take poorly to the captivity.

Note: Allright you guys, this is officially a series. It will be 10 chapters AT LEAST!! Seeing I really got myself into it with the set-up of the first three parts, I have no idead how often I will update this. Last time I wrote a series, I had finished virtually every part before I even posted the prologue, so this is also the first time I’m writing and posting parts simultaneously. A masterlist will be made momentraily and all parts updated with it!! I’m excited!!!

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You slept as if you were dead that first night, the shock to your system knocking you out cold as soon as Steve left the room. 

You woke up alert, instantly remembering everything about where you were and how you got there. In the early morning sun, the room shone in a warm light, every piece of furniture and fabric looking soft, inviting - like something out of a magazine. 

A surge of panic had you moving up and out of bed. You found your discarded clothes on the floor and hastily put them on, noticing you had nothing else on you - neither your phone, wallet or keys were in sight. 

Didn't matter, you just needed to get out. This wasn't happening.

You made your way into the hallway and followed it down past several sets of double doors, side tables with beautiful flower decorations and little else. Your feet made no sound on the plush, mauve carpet. In fact, the house was completely void of sound. The grand staircase looked even more impressive in daylight. The ceiling had stained glass that painted the white walls in a flourish of coloured light, and the marble of the staircase felt cool under your bare feet. It was all obscenely grand, like a home belonging to someone who didn’t know who they were and had too much wealth to know what to do with. For all his mystery, you would never have imagined Steve living in a place like this. It kept dawning on you how frightfully little you knew him. 

Steve had taken your shoes, maybe even as early as when he’d strapped you into the jet - or maybe you lost them running in the woods? You didn’t even remember, your mind growing hazy with the urge to get outside - to just get away.

The double-door entrance was locked when you went to slowly pry it open, and you noticed the second lock needed a key - a key that was nowhere in sight. Okay, next door, a window, anything. You moved silently through the entrance hall and into the living room, remembering how you’d come in through a back porch door the night before. You found it easily enough retracing your steps, but this was also locked with a lock that needed a key from the inside. You contemplated throwing something to break one of the huge, floor length windows in the living room, but that could make too much sound. You didn’t know if Steve was in the house or not. Outside, you saw the garden, the landing patch with the jet still on it, and around, a lawn large enough it could be more aptly described as a field, and behind it, thick forest. No buildings, no city, nothing. You had no idea where this mansion was or what surrounded it. But anything would be better than staying here. 

You took a new path out of the living room, peering around corners into an office, a large bathroom, a huge library with stuffed bookshelves in dark wood, big, old chairs that looked like they would swallow you whole and lastly, a kitchen. And across from the large kitchen island there was another set of porch doors - wide open, the light drapes blowing softly in the breeze coming from outside. Your feet carried you towards it on instinct, stepping into the spacious kitchen. 

“Good morning,” came Steve’s familiar voice, jolting you. Glancing to your left, you saw him, casually reclined in a chair by the dining table to the right. Great, he was waiting for you, the open doors bait. 

You didn’t even halt as you marched for the door, instantly relieved as you cleared it, feeling the direct heat of the sun on your face as your bare feet touched the small porch outside, and then - deliciosuly soft and cool grass. Ahead was another mile of neatly mowed lawn and the treeline in the distance. 

Steve’s booming steps sounded on the porch behind you. 

“Sweetie, come back. There’s nothing but forest that way, and a very high fence you can’t climb” Steve called behind you, somewhere between amusement and exasperation. 

Your heart pounded painfully in your chest. Was it true? Were you so remote? Recalling the night before, you figured any attempt to outrun him would be pointless. And a fence, enclosure all the way around, no doubt with a locked gate, if there even was a road leading in and out of this place. For all you knew, the only way in was via fucking jet plane. The pit in your chest threatened to swallow you whole, and you gulped in a fortifying breath. You wouldn’t give up yet. 

Turning on your heel, you marched back up to Steve, shoeless feet not exactly intimidating in the soft grass. Reaching him, you craned your neck to stare him down. You reached your hand out. 

“My car keys,” you stated, your voice surprisingly even. 

Maybe if you just showed Steve that you were not going to play along on this, he would return to his senses and let you go home. It wasn't too late to just go back to the way things were. Surely you would have a, if marginal, say in this. 

Steve cocked his head at you before turning on his heel and walking back to the house. 

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he said, not even looking back as he slipped into the kitchen. 

You briefly considered continuing across the lawn and into the trees, but ended up following Steve back inside the house. He’d returned to his previous seat, sipping a coffee cup. You stepped up to him, careful to keep a foot of distance between you. It was never a good idea to let Steve get too close. 

“I need my car keys. I need to go to work,” you said simply. In any sane world it should be more than enough. But your stomach was turning, glooming doubt trickling along every nerve in your body. 

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve already turned in your resignation, and your car is on its way to a landfill,” Steve said, looking up at you with a calm demeanor, no doubt thinking he was reassuring. 

The world threatened to spin as you processed that. 

What?

“You can…you can’t do that!,” you protested. “You have no right to do that! That's my income, my livelihood!,” you said, voice coming out trembling, your throat feeling tighter. 

“You don't need it anymore. Besides, a woman in your condition shouldn’t slave away -”

“B-but, how am I going to pay for my apartment?” you interrupted, mind scrambling to get a grip on your thoughts. Your heart was pounding painfully again.

Steve reached out a hand to grasp yours, too hot as it enveloped your hand completely. 

“Sweetie, I thought we agreed on this last night. You’ll live here now. I’ve already terminated your lease. I can’t believe how much your landlord charged for that cupboard. It was practically a scam,” Steve said, and his tone was so reprimanding, it made you feel chastined, humiliated, like a child. 

You liked your apartment, your landlord was a nice, old man - the closest thing you’d had to a friend. Sure it was a bit costly, but it was yours. Your safe place, your sanctuary…

"No, p-please," you whimpered, a sob lodged in your throat, your mind quickly collapsing on itself, anguish spreading like a puddle in your chest. "Please, don't do this," you besieged.

His hand squeezed yours as it felt like you were sinking into yourself. Bile rose high in your throat.

“It's already done," Steve answered calmly, his words like boulders pulling you down into dark gloom. "I told you, honey, not to worry about a thing. You won’t ever need to go back to that sad, dreary life you had. I’ve taken care of everything. Now, breakfast,” he ended triumphantly. 

You wrenched your hand out of his. Body hunching forward, you hurled. 

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You hadn’t showered in days, hair greasy, smelling faintly of sweat and grime. You hadn’t eaten either. Anything you dained to eat didn’t stay down either way. The god awful nausea had settled deep in your gut, making every movement slow and strained. Steve hadn’t gone so far as to force feed you. Yet, that was. 

You'd gone completely off the rails after that first fit of vomiting. The details were fuzzy, but you'd started by wrenching Steve’s cup out of his hands before hurling it to crack into a million pieces against the wall. Then you'd upended the table before Steve got you locked in his arms. He had dragged you back to your room while you screamed your voice hoarse, your feet kicking out against anything in your path, a brief moment of sweet, petty vindication surging as you knocked a vase over in the entrance hall and he groaned in responding frustration, filling the room with a cracking sound as it split open on the marble. You’d never heard sounds like that before, let alone from your own body. 

Steve carried you up, not even breaking a sweat against your struggle, laying you on the bed and pinning you there until you ceased your thrashing, your howls shrinking to groans. 

"I know this is challenging, darling. You'll stay here till you reach your senses again, til you become my sweet, good girl again," he said, so easily dismissing you fighting for your life.

As soon as he locked the doors behind him, you bolted from the bed and started throwing things, destroying everything you saw, knocking over furniture, tearing clothes, breaking vases, animalistic sounds ripping out of your mouth. You would be embarrassed if desperate, white hot, crawling panic wasn’t exploding through every atom of your body, seeking vengeance and rescue all at once. You hated him, hated, hated, hated him.

You only stopped when the vertigo hit you, sparks of light dancing before your eyes and your feet giving out under you.

Steve wasn’t pleased by your behavior, but for once he was so uncharacteristically non-invasive in the days that followed. He moved you to another room when you blacked out from distress, and by that point you didn’t have enough energy to throw things. It doesn’t matter anyway, the hopelessness in your chest whispered to you. The biggest fight you could muster was only a spot of inconvenience and a renovation cost for Steve. 

The mansion closed like a tomb around you.

He prepared meals for you, but didn’t go further than implore you to eat them. There were soft towels and deliciously smelling shower products from the most high end lines in the bathroom, but he didn’t force you into the shower. He didn’t touch you at all. And you ended up thinking of your lack of hygiene as a form of armor. A form of buffer that held his touch away, let you simmer in your rage - and filth - alone. 

You slept, vomited, went to the bathroom, slept, cried, ate a little, vomited, slept - all the while simmering with rage and self-pity.

Steve went away to work on your sixteenth day of no shower and limited food intake. He lingered by the bed, brows drawn down in concern as he took in your lethargic form nestled in the messy bed sheets of your room. You still wore the clothes you’d come in, having refused all of the soft, silken and plush clothes that hung in the closet, creamy and light pastel color, all in your exact size. It repulsed you, how he had so clearly pictured you barefoot and soft, mellow and compliant as you leisured around the house without any protest. 

“I’ll be back in a few days. Please eat and drink something, take care of yourself. If not for you, then for the baby” he implored silently, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of your duvé. You wanted to swat his hand away. 

The baby. You had completely forgotten about that. Didn’t matter though, maybe you’d lose it if you starved for long enough, and then Steve would cast you out. No, he’d promised to keep you forever in that case. Maybe you would die before that time. 

You were tired, so tired, and if you didn’t move a muscle, the nausea was manageable. You’d already hurled several times that morning, heaving until spots appeared before your eyes, nothing but bitter stomach acid coming up and into the bucket by the bed. 

He went away, and you stayed in bed until darkness settled outside the window. Groggily, you got up to use the toilet, your piss a dark brown as you took in the poor state of your dehydrated and famished body. Wilting so fast in your captivity. 

But with Steve gone, you could breathe. And you slowly made your way down to the kitchen, finding a meal of cold pot roast with vegetables in the fridge, managing to get about three bites down before your stomach threatened to knock you out. You drank a glass of cold water, soothing as you felt it go down. Outside, the whole world was in darkness. Shouldn’t you be finding a way to escape? 

Maybe, but right now all you could think about was returning to bed, to obliterating, dreamless unconsciousness. Returning to your room, you glanced inside the luxurious bathroom en suite. It had a large tub, star spots in the dark blue ceiling, a tropical shower head in the spacious shower stall and shelf upon shelf of luscious oils and lotions, hair products and soaps that smelled like something out of a five star spa. 

You pressed your nose into a simple bar of lavender soap, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasant and clean scent soothed you. You looked at the shower stall for a while, contemplating. If you dressed in the same clothes and got into the same sheets, maybe Steve wouldn’t notice you’d used the facilities you swore you’d forever refuse. 

Maybe Steve would die while on the job…

You undressed slowly, nearly falling as you struggled to take your hoodie off, the hassle making you dizzy. 

How had you ended up here? What had you been thinking, all those months with his visits? That it would forever stay like that? Why hadn’t you run away sooner, disappeared. How stupid you’d been, just staying put like sitting duck, just waiting for him to do this. To steal you away to be kept like livestock, locked away, your previous life, your home, job, things - everything you’d worked so hard to obtain - taken away and obliterated, like dust on a shelf. Bitter tears stung your cheeks for what felt like the millionth time. 

You’d worked so hard for that job, even harder for the apartment. You’d slaved away all your life, with no connections, no inheritance from your dead relatives, practically no skills or talents. Working your way up to full time at the yarn store was the achievement of your life, the stepping stone to an honest, hard working life. And now it was just gone, thrown away by Steve like trash. 

The shower was heaven. The warm water battered your aching muscles, loosening your stiffened joints. Your plan of rewearing your old clothes was swiftly disregarded as the new scent of lavender permeated your floating, sated state. You trudged out of the bathroom half asleep before dumping into the messy bed, already slipping into unconsciousness. 

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You awoke to the sensation of warmth along your back. You lay on your side, your cover thrown off somewhere, the night air chilly on your naked skin. Something tickled your neck, pulling your hair away. You murmured, your lips not quite moving yet as you trudged the edge of sleep. Your neck tingled again, and then something distinctly hard against your asscheek tore you from your slumbering state. 

You jolted forward before being promptly tugged back by a large arm around your middle. A frustrated whimper escaped you as you wiggled against your restraints. 

Steve hushed you quietly, his breath tickling your ear, his lips touching just under it. He inhaled deeply before letting out a pleased sigh ending on a soft groan. 

“You smell so good tonight, I hardly believed my luck finding you like this, naked and clean and ready,” he murmured into your skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms and back.  

“You were supposed to be gone,” you said through gritted teeth, hands fisting in the sheets in rage. 

He didn’t answer, only continued to kiss your neck, slowly unwinding his arm from around your middle, gauging your reaction all the while. You didn’t move until you felt him prod along your asscrack with his cock, leaking tip smearing your skin. That’s when you tried to bolt again, only to end up rolled onto your stomach, Steve’s hand pressing you down into the mattress as he straddled the back of your thighs. 

“I’ve been patient, tried to wait. But you’re just too much for me, honey,” he said as he used his hand to prod his cock between your cheeks again, searching for your entrance. “Do you feel what you do to me? The hold you have over me?” he asked, finding your hole. 

Hold? You would have laughed if tears weren’t strangling you, your whimpers muffled by the sheets underneath you. What a pathetically ironic thing to say… 

He pulled back and spat crudely at your hole before unceremoniously pushing inside, making your flesh yield to him. You cried out at the sudden pain before your breath hitched in your throat. Your stomach recoiled. 

Steve groaned above you, his hand moving from his cock to hold your cheeks open as he started to rock back and forth in a filthy grind inside you. 

“God, I’ve missed you, you feel so fucking good,” he grunted out, and your muscles slowly seized up, stiffening against your will. You slapped a hand back on his thigh as the pain persisted with his grinding thrusts. 

“H-hurts,” you stuttered out between small gulps of air. 

“It’s okay, sweetie, it’ll feel good in a moment. Be good for me now,” he said, not an ounce of sympathy in his tone, too far gone in his own pleasure. 

On your next exhale, it felt like you left your own body. Just went away, floated up to the ceiling, looking onto the scene like a passive bystander. You grew limp, your muscles loosening to a puddle of limbs. You weren’t there, this wasn’t real. None of it was. Steve wasn’t there, doing this, and if he was, it wasn’t you he did it to. 

Steve bent down to lave at your neck, his mouth moving up to yours. You stayed limp underneath him, rhythmically rocked on the bed by Steve’s steady thrusts. He tried to kiss your mouth, but you stayed unmoving, and you could feel him grow frustrated at your lack of response. 

Good, he might as well be fucking a corpse, you thought as he pried his tongue into your mouth, only managing to lick over your teeth slightly. 

You don’t know how much time passed, but when Steve’s hips stuttered and he moaned his release quietly, you exhaled in relief, just longing to go back to sleep. But before you could drift off, you curled over the edge of the bed and gagged, nothing but choked air coming up.

This was what your life had amounted to. This pitiful existence at the hands of this man. 

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Note: Our girl’s not doing so great, unfortunately. I’m dying to know what you think of this developement!!

Happy WBW! What's the in story lore behind the main setting? Why did people build a city/town/village/etc there in the first place? Why do people continue to live there? Are tourists common and if yes, what brings them there?

-HD

Hi HD! That's a great question, thank you💜

The choice though... I like having my cast move from place to place, if only to indulge in setting descriptions, but there are three places visited repeatedly: the First Prince's greathouse, Redguard (the city where the Army's Central Command and the barracks are located), and the Sixth Tree Manor. The last one is where about a quarter of Gifts of Fate takes place; this is where the main cast is hiding from the Traitor and trains Lissan after his Sword materialises and the demon possesses him. It has a fun story attached to it.

Here are some descriptions, as it is seen in Gifts of Fate:

“What can we expect inside, what’s the layout?” Master Varré continued interrogating Ianim, though they had glanced at Lissan briefly. “It’s a typical modern manor in the early post-revival style—” Ianim trailed off under their withering look. “Sorry, sir, the entrance hall has a second exit at the back. The wings are roughly symmetrical, with two studies and a library on the right, and a drawing room and a dining room on the left, through which one can get to the kitchens and then the servants’ quarters.” “On the first floor?” “Five suites; the two larger ones and the washroom are on the—” He closed his eyes as he combed his memory. “Left, I think, sir.”

In the light of day, the buildings looked run down, but not as gloomy. The manor was timber-framed, with greyed plaster peeling off bricks between the wooden beams. It also wasn’t as large as Lissan had initially thought — still vastly larger than a house he could imagine ever living in. It had a porch at the front, a wooden structure with waist-high banisters. The wood was solid enough to support the light roof, but any traces of paint and finish were gone. The tree next to the gateway arch was fascinating; Lissan had never seen anything like it. Its bark was pearl-white, and its leaves were iridescent, glimmering in the shades of blue and green. It also didn’t stir at all in wind or rain. In front of the abandoned manor, it looked too pristine and out of place.

Ianim looked around the space basked in the bluish light of the officers’ crystal lamps. He remembered how it used to look, lit up by a chandelier of iron and antler, with alderwood panelling on the walls, and decorative and antique firearms and diagrams thereof mounted in lieu of artworks. He used to think of it as a summer retreat, although he was welcome here all year round. He brushed off the memories.

The House of the Sixth Tree was famous for two things: they were ingenious gunsmiths, and they had a reputation for fiery tempers. Their little manor, the one village they'd owned, and the gun factory were located in Surya, the Land of the Thousand Lakes, near the edge of the Eternal Woods. They were also quite far away from the other towns and villages, to not bother neighbours with the smoke and noise from the factory. They were the main supplier of firearms for the Army until about 30 years ago (as of the beginning of Days of Dusk).

Saelin Lord of the Sixth Tree commanded Intelligence and Internal Security Corps before General Erya, and was a close friend the White Dragon, the commander of the Winged Division (heavy infantry, basically magical hussars). So close in fact that he acted as an Adamant Guard and an adoptive uncle to Ianim, the White Dragon's grandson.

His younger cousin, Renna, was running the gunmaking business. She wasn't a Sword or a Crystal, but a secret third thing an Elemental Dancer channelling Matter, which gave her an edge over any competitors. She was also a lot more temperamental, which is probably for the best that she wasn't in charge.

Except about half a century ago, the White Dragon and Lord Saelin were sent on a top secret mission, which went badly. The White Dragon returned alone, with a permanent contusion - unable to ever walk again.

Renna became the Lord of the Sixth Tree, while the White Dragon abdicated and passed the title of the Prince of Light to his granddaughter, Anthea, Ianim's older sister. And let's just say that Anthea and Renna didn't see eye to eye.

One thing led to another, Anthea accused Renna of tax evasion, demanded that she paid what she owed with interest, and if she refused - her gunmaking permit would be revoked. Now this was something Renna would rather die than allow it to happen. So she packed up and moved. To the Eternal Woods.

Nobody knows what deals she's made with Leshy, the ruler of the forest, though she's certainly still alive and still producing firearms for the black market. They keep appearing in the criminal underworld every now and then, as if to taunt Anthea.

She was declared an outlaw, and her lands and goods were seized, but Anthea still feels that Renna had won. It was barely two decades into Anthea's rule, and it has severely impacted her reputation. Despite Renna's hot-headedness, she was well-liked, and a lot of the nobility especially from Surya considered Anthea's response to be an overreaction.

And the manor and the factory have been abandoned for about three decades and largely forgotten about - a perfect hiding place for a bunch of Swords who want to avoid the attention of the authorities. They can utilise the gateway arch for instantaneous travel, and they're far away from civilisation that they can train outside, unnoticed.

Days of Dusk taglist (please DM me to +/-): @acertainmoshke @another-white-hole @poetinprose

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 11

*strikes a flamboyant Rumple-esque pose* you all are about to get a nice little dose of romance...before the angst kicks back in *muahahaha* Most of this chapter is just soft and squishy and pretty happy, and tbh it was really fun to write the romance angle in Storybrooke after writing it in the Enchanted Forest. Tags: @wastingstarsss Enjoy!!!

Gold stood on his porch, staring out at the night, as he waited for Roger. Storybrooke…well, suffice it to say it was a far cry from the magnificence Gold had enjoyed in the Enchanted Forest, but he had to admit that the glow from its downtown was entrancing. His house was a few streets away from Main Street—he didn’t like the idea of people being able to watch his every move from the comfort of their own windows—but he could still see lights of the town hall and the diner, although he couldn’t reliably pick them apart from any other buildings.

Eight-fifty, a light rain began, barely more than a drizzle. Gold breathed in the scent of water, ages of memories on board the Jolly Roger jockeying for position at the front of his mind. Water and Killian might as well be the same, for him; one couldn’t exist without the other.

Speaking of Killian, he seemed to be summoned by the rain, walking up to Gold’s house a few moments later. He stepped up onto the porch beside Gold, and at last there was that look of nervous anticipation that Gold had been longing to see on Roger’s face. “I know I’m a few minutes early, love, but I thought it would make a better impression than being late,” he said.

Gold couldn’t help smiling as he replied, “Well, you were right. I can excuse being late at the shop, but not on a date.” (The surprised grin on Roger’s face when he realized Gold was capable of humor brought a stab of happiness to Gold’s chest, and his heart skipped a beat.)

They walked into town proper under Roger’s umbrella; the handle was a bit scuffed, but it had all of its spokes, and it wasn’t torn. After a few minutes of amiable small talk, Roger laced the fingers of his free hand through Gold’s.

He was so surprised he nearly dropped his cane, but he managed to keep himself from stumbling. Still, it took all of Rumplestiltskin’s willpower to keep Gold from blushing. So this is what it could’ve been like, he thought, glancing at Roger. How had he ever thought that shade of blue was anything but beauty incarnate? All that time and I barely held his hand once.

To his surprise (and relief; the food at Granny’s was decent, but not outstanding) Roger took him to a slightly smaller restaurant a few blocks down Main Street that served seafood. Roger seemed to be friends with the couple who ran the place; Gold suspected they had been part of his crew before the Curse. He’d seen, if not participated in, Killian’s life, and knew he didn’t have friends or even many acquaintances beyond his ship.

Gold held out Roger’s chair for him as he sat down, rewarded with a high blush crossing Roger’s cheeks. Roger had held the door as they entered the restaurant, and Gold wasn’t about to let him make all the gentlemanly gestures.

“Do you come here often?” Gold asked, sitting down across the table from him and unfolding his napkin. He glanced around the room, noting the model ships mounted on the walls and the open blue sky painted on the upper half of the walls.

“Once a week, give or take.” Roger paused. “I worked at the docks for a few months once. I was always assigned to bring the shipments of fish to this restaurant, and the owners and I became friends. They can spare a cheap meal for me every now and then.”

Gold turned his attention back to Roger. “If the food is as good as the decor, this might be the best restaurant in Storybrooke,” he said. The tension in Roger’s face eased.

The food was, in fact, brilliant. Gold didn’t particularly care for fish, but the way Roger’s ex-pirate friends cooked it, in lemon and cream and spices, he actually enjoyed it. He took longer to eat it than was necessary, savoring the flavor and Roger’s company.

The walk back home was slow, too. The rain was a bit heavier, and it wasn’t a lie when Gold asked to take a more cautious pace; he had slipped a few times in the past on wet pavement when his cane slid out from under him. It was a terrible annoyance. The second he found a way to force a bit of magic into Storybrooke, he would use it to stabilize his leg.

Roger stood next to him, umbrella leaning against the siding, as Gold unlocked his front door. Gold had long since memorized that slight lift of his eyebrow, which appeared when he was…well, really, when he was in any sort of mood, but Gold could read the smallest inflections of his face, and that was the same expression Killian had had just before they parted at Rumple’s castle.

Gold pushed the door ajar and turned to Roger, who shifted his own body more square to Gold’s. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” Roger asked, his voice low, but warm. Gold felt a sharp flutter in his chest as he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Roger’s lips were sea-chapped and his stubble scratched against Gold’s cheek. Gold couldn’t count the times, in his self-imposed isolation in his castle, that he had imagined feeling those simple sensations even once more.

Still, when he had said goodnight to Roger and closed the front door behind himself, tears gathered in Gold’s eyes. The second he had seen Roger’s face lit by the restaurant’s candlelight, Gold had wanted to tell him everything, to hell with how deranged he knew it would sound. The words had been in the back of his throat all night.

But worse was the way they had died, unspoken, when Roger kissed him. As much as Gold adored Roger, he wasn’t Killian. He didn’t remember himself, and he didn’t remember what they had once meant to each other. And Gold couldn’t stand feeling the decades, the centuries, of complicated and powerful emotions that he had learned to associate with that man, while knowing that for Roger, the association simply wasn’t there.

A sea of memories, of love and anger, spite and adoration, and for what? He barely meant anything to Roger, so he couldn’t make Roger remember.

Gold, for the second time, made up his mind to keep his distance. I will not date him again until the Curse is broken and he knows us for who we are.

Love in 3 A.U. - Middle

[3/6]

Con el tiempo no podremos conservarlo todo Sé que cambiaremos de algún modo Cuando se terminen las primeras veces

It was colder than it should have been from the fact that he was in a bed, under the covers, in a room with all four walls up and the windows closed, so Sasuke pulled the heat source beside him closer. Hinata went, pliant, letting the man hug her and placing the soles of her feet against his shins. She could feel they were chilled even through the layer of flannel socks. He breathed in her hair that smelled like shampoo, some sweet perfume and beer, remembering the night before.

Sasuke sat at the bar until the movement increased, then until Naruto decided to go home, leaving him with a squeeze on the shoulder and a smile, until the movement died down, until Shikamaru appeared, greeted him with an impolite raise of an eyebrow, looked at Hinata and walked away, sighing, until all the glasses were clean, all the chairs were on the tables, the entire floor had been swept and mopped. He sat until Hinata came over, placed a hand on his thigh and leaned in to kiss him for the first time as if it was something they always did in the gloom of an empty bar in a sleepy, forgotten country town.

Both blushed a little, but not like the redness of the first time.

'What now?'

'Now, nothing.' She shrugged. 'I liked you as you liked me and that is enough for us to be together.'

Sasuke had imagined that there must be something more magical when two people who liked each other got together, especially for the first time, even if it wasn't the first time for either of them anymore. He sighed and felt relieved again, embracing well-deserved magic that things could be that simple. Easy, so easy, incredible, painful and magnificently easy, and Sasuke savored the ease of her lips.

They left the bar on Hinata's Vespa, which only had one vintage helmet – 'all part of the aesthetic', she said – and headed back up the hill along a newly paved and curiously familiar road, framed on both sides by forest.

They stopped in front of the mansion with the exterior in a bad state of conservation. Hinata left the motorcycle in an adjoining cabin, the only thing that looked new in comparison, built of wood and painted white with moss green roof and door. The front porch light was one.

She was living in the old Uchiha house.

'You live here?'

'Yes, have for years now.' She went up the front stairs. Sasuke followed, almost in disbelief, but feeling nothing more. He had left this place much longer than she had been living in it. 'I filed the paperwork to get it by adverse possession.'

'Hn.' The door creaked when she opened it.

'The interior renovation is almost done, but there are limitations to what I can do myself, so it's taking longer than I had planned.'

'You're doing it yourself?'

'Yes, what I can. Many people from the town help me from time to time. I mostly do it in the warmer months.' 

The house inside looked different: the varnish was all sanded off and new layers of paint covered the walls, the wooden floor gleamed, there was furniture and decorations that Sasuke had never seen, as well as new entrances and hallways. She had redone part of the interior structure, opening walls and moving rooms. In one corner were the typical tools used in renovations: paints, brushes, wood and piles of plastic.

Sasuke had no interest in going back to that specific place on his return to Konoha, much less renovating it, but seeing what Hinata had done on her own, he felt good, refreshed, content.

With long strides, Sasuke reached Hinata, who had entered the house, turning on lights along the way, and was now in the kitchen – completely different, full of plants, varnished cherry wood cabinets, black metals, decorated, cozy, but elegant – and pressed her against the kitchen passage – no doors, open concept.

He kissed her, again, as if he'd been doing it all along.

'I want you.' Sasuke couldn't remember the last time he felt an urge as intense, maybe the last time was the urge he felt to leave that place.

Hinata smiled again as if she knew something Sasuke didn't.

'All right.'

And she returned the kiss as if she had been doing it all along.

Curb Appeal Hacks: Attract Conejo Valley Home Buyers Before They Even Step Inside

Conejo Valley Curb Appeal Hacks: Attract Buyers Before They Even Step Inside. First impressions matter, and that's especially true when selling your Conejo Valley home. Curb appeal is the visual impact your property makes on potential buyers as they drive by. A well-maintained and inviting exterior can spark interest and set the tone for a positive showing. In a competitive market like the Conejo Valley, maximizing your curb appeal can be the difference between a quick sale and your home lingering on the market. But don't worry, you don't need a major landscaping overhaul to make a big difference. We, Kevin & Carie Webber, your Conejo Valley realtors, are here to share some budget-friendly "curb appeal hacks" that will boost your curb appeal and attract buyers before they even step inside: Spruce Up Your Landscaping: Fresh Start with Mulch: A layer of fresh mulch around trees, flower beds, and walkways adds instant polish and creates a clean, defined look. Opt for neutral tones like brown or black that complement your exterior paint color. Blooming Beauty: Plant colorful seasonal flowers in pots or flower beds near the entryway. Vibrant blooms add a welcoming touch and showcase the potential for a beautiful outdoor space. Trim and Tidy: Neglected landscaping can create a negative impression. This is the most important of the curb appeal hacks. Trim overgrown bushes, prune trees, and clear any fallen leaves or debris. A well-maintained yard shows buyers you take pride in your property. Enhance Your Entryway: Power of Paint: A fresh coat of paint on your front door can work wonders. Choose a bold color to create a welcoming accent or stick with a classic black for a touch of sophistication. Welcome with a Wreath: Hanging a seasonal wreath on your door adds a touch of personality and warmth. Choose a classic design for year-round use or swap it out for seasonal options. Light Up the Night: Ensure your porch light is in good working order and casts a welcoming glow at night. Consider adding decorative sconces on either side of the door for an extra touch of charm. Cleanliness is Key: Powerwash for Perfection: Rent a power washer and give your driveway, sidewalks, and siding a good cleaning. Removing dirt, grime, and mildew will instantly brighten your exterior. Sweep Away Debris: Keep your walkways and driveway free of clutter. Sweep away leaves, branches, and any accumulated dirt to create a clean and inviting entrance. Sparkling Windows: Clean and streak-free windows not only improve the overall look of your home, but also allow potential buyers to see glimpses of the beautiful interior. Stage Your Exterior: Define Your Entryway: Place a stylish doormat at the entrance to define the entry point and create a welcoming space. Coordinate the color and style with your overall exterior aesthetic. Create Seating Potential: If you have space, consider adding a small bench or seating arrangement on your porch. This creates a sense of invitation and allows potential buyers to imagine themselves enjoying the outdoors in their future home. Accessorize Wisely: Add a few well-chosen outdoor decorations to personalize your space. A potted plant stand, a birdbath, or a strategically placed lantern can add visual interest without cluttering the space. Bonus Hacks for Savvy Sellers: Address Minor Repairs: Don't let small issues like a loose mailbox or a broken sprinkler head detract from your curb appeal. Fix these minor repairs to showcase a well-maintained property. Consider a Fresh Coat of Paint: While not always necessary, a fresh coat of paint on your exterior can dramatically enhance your curb appeal. Choose neutral colors that complement the surrounding homes and the natural beauty of the Conejo Valley. Stage Your Garage: A cluttered garage can create a negative impression. Organize tools and belongings, and consider adding a fresh coat of paint on the floor. Partner with the Conejo Valley Experts: At Kevin & Carie Webber, we understand the importance of first impressions. We can help you assess your curb appeal and develop a customized plan to maximize its impact. With our knowledge of the Conejo Valley market and our network of trusted vendors, we can connect you with resources to complete any necessary repairs or landscaping improvements. A Winning First Impression Awaits By implementing these simple yet effective hacks, you can create a Conejo Valley home exterior that captivates buyers from the moment they drive by. Remember, a strong first impression can make all the difference in a competitive market. Contact Kevin & Carie Webber at 805-558-3360 for a free consultation and let's get your home sold quickly and for top dollar! Read the full article

Witch by the Little Kanawa

Children of factory workers sit in packed classrooms at Rayon Elementary, a begrimed ochre brick school on the south side of town. At recess, marble players scrape the graveled playground into smooth rings of varying diameter, depending upon the skill of those competing. Larry Burdett and Michael Lovell outrank all rivals, winning pocketfuls of treasured cat eyes.

Being privy to current rumors swirling about the busy field, they promote and enrich tall tales. This week, the witch by the Little Kanawa dominates the scene with horrid reports. Though nobody in fact saw her, an older brother assured his sibling she lives alone on an empty stretch of the river. The marble sharks came within sight of it several days ago and plan a closer look Saturday morning. I can’t miss this.

We meet up at Michael’s and depart as the blazing August sun reflects rays off the dusty dirt lane. In half an hour, there it is, peaking around a bend, sitting a safe distance above high water on a steep hillside. Beyond her weed filled yard and the road, the hill continues an abrupt incline, dense hardwood forest in every direction.

The place looks abandoned, not a hint of habitation: fish scale shingles amiss, paint peeled away, siding warped here and there or gone altogether, a ragged screen door, rotten flooring, years, decades of neglect. Yet even in its dilapidated condition, the remnants of once beautiful architecture persist. Ornate millwork, gabled roof, decorative shuttered windows, all point to a well designed, comfortable residence. Only fishermen and hunters frequent this end of the woods.

Here we stand, hands in pockets, shifting about, struggling to make a move. A few minutes more, mumbling and fumbling, then Larry says, “I dare you to ask for water,” a reasonable request considering the oppressive heat. No response. This can’t go on. “I’ll do it,” I said, and walk straightaway to the withered steps. There, confidence takes a sudden dive. The porch has a menacing look, broken boards, rusted nails, and a narrow passage to the entrance, itself crusty and near collapse. I give a hard knock. Nothing. Turn and shrug, looking for support. Knock again. Wait. About to knock again when a faint outline appears in the grimy window. Hinges squeal. And there she is, silent, without gesture, disheveled hair hanging like a worn brush, in a stained, tattered dark dress.

“May I please have some water?”

“Yes.” she said, motioning me to come in.

I follow her by the moldy couch, by the stairs, into the kitchen, past the familiar trappings of an old country house. But here, appliances common to all households don’t exist, as though the post-war era never arrived, a relic of the early 1900s, no power or plumbing. A potent cocktail of pungent odors grips the premises.

A hand pump stands over the sink, a discolored rag filter covering the outlet. She turns it with a slow practiced motion while filling a glass. First face-to-face contact as she reaches it over, her sallow gray profile comes into clear view. Large black eyes sparkle in the dim light, threatening to plunge out of their sockets. Deep folds cut into her skin. From her right ear, a stream of dried blood flows to the shoulder. I set the drink down and dash through the room, get over the porch in two leaps, and join Michael and Larry, already hightailing up upstream.

We never spoke about this at school.

Note: While home ported in Yokosuka, Japan, I discovered Michael Lovell one frigid afternoon on the infamous Honcho Street. We had a beer, reminisced about Rayon Elementary, and never met again.

Porch Columns: Adding Architectural Interest to Your Home

Porch columns are more than just structural supports; they're architectural features that can dramatically enhance the aesthetic appeal of your home. These sturdy pillars not only add charm and character but also provide a sense of grandeur and elegance. Whether your home boasts a traditional, contemporary, or eclectic style, porch columns come in a variety of designs, materials, and sizes to suit your architectural preferences. From classic Doric and Ionic styles to more modern and minimalist options, porch columns can be customized to complement your home's facade beautifully. In addition to their visual appeal, porch columns also serve a functional purpose, supporting the roof and providing a welcoming entrance to your home. With the right choice of porch columns.

The History of Porch Columns

Explore the evolution of porch columns from ancient civilizations to modern architecture. Porch columns have been integral to the design and functionality of homes for centuries, serving both aesthetic and structural purposes. Here's a brief overview of their evolution. The use of columns in architecture dates back to ancient civilizations such as the greeks and romans. These early columns were often made of stone or marble and were used to support the roofs of buildings and temples. 

Types of Porch Columns

Discuss the various materials and styles available for porch columns, including wood, fiberglass, and PVC. Traditional and versatile, wooden columns can be crafted in various styles and can be painted or stained to match your porch's aesthetic. Lightweight and durable, fiberglass columns are resistant to rot, insects, and weather damage. They are available in a variety of styles and can mimic the look of wood or stone. Similar to fiberglass, vinyl columns are low-maintenance and durable. 

Choosing the Right Porch Columns for Your Home

Tips on selecting porch columns that complement your home's architecture and meet your structural needs. Porch columns are available in a variety of materials, including wood, fiberglass, vinyl, and aluminum. Each material has its own advantages and disadvantages, so consider your priorities, such as durability, maintenance requirements, and cost, when choosing a material.

Installing Porch Columns

A step-by-step guide to installing porch columns, including preparation, placement, and securing.  Installing porch columns is a transformative process that can elevate the appearance and functionality of your home's exterior. These structural elements not only add architectural charm but also provide essential support for your porch roof. Whether you're replacing old columns or adding new ones, careful planning and execution are crucial.

Maintaining Porch Columns

Learn how to care for and maintain porch columns to ensure they remain sturdy and attractive. Maintaining porch columns is essential for preserving the beauty and structural integrity of your home's exterior. These architectural features not only provide support but also add character and charm to your porch. 

Decorating with Porch Columns

Creative ideas for incorporating porch columns into your outdoor decor, such as using them as plant stands or hanging lights. These architectural elements not only provide structural support but also serve as a canvas for creative expression. Whether your porch columns are sleek and modern or ornate and classical, there are countless ways to adorn them to suit your style and the season.

Porch Column Replacement 

When and how to replace porch columns that are damaged or deteriorating, including important considerations and safety tips. Serving as both a functional support and a design feature, porch columns play a vital role in defining the style and character of your porch and overall home facade.

Conclusion

In conclusion, porch columns are not just structural elements; they are the architectural punctuation marks that add character, charm, and a sense of history to your home. Whether you prefer the classic elegance of greek or roman columns or the rustic appeal of wooden posts, porch columns can transform the façade of your house into a welcoming and visually appealing space.

Let's prepare for Christmas: How to decorate your home?

As the holiday season approaches, the air is filled with anticipation and excitement. Christmas, a time of warmth, joy, and festive spirit, calls for transforming your home into a magical wonderland that will captivate hearts and create lasting memories. Whether you're a seasoned decorator or a beginner, this article is your guide to turning your space into a Christmas haven. Let's explore various tips and ideas on how to decorate your home for Christmas and make it a season to remember.

Begin with a Festive Welcome

The journey of Christmas decoration starts at your front door. Create an inviting entrance that sets the tone for the holiday season. A classic wreath adorned with evergreen branches, red ribbons, and sparkling ornaments is a timeless choice. Consider a personalized touch by adding a monogram or your family name to the wreath. Don't forget to illuminate your porch with twinkling lights or lanterns to greet your guests with warmth.

Dazzling Christmas Tree Decor

The heart of Christmas decoration is, undoubtedly, the Christmas tree. Whether you prefer a real tree or an artificial one, it's the canvas for your holiday creativity. Start with a theme that reflects your style - traditional, rustic, modern, or whimsical - and build your decor around it.

For a classic look, opt for red and green ornaments, stringed popcorn, and delicate white lights. If you're feeling rustic, wooden ornaments, burlap garlands, and pinecone accents can create a cozy, woodland atmosphere. For a modern touch, consider a monochromatic tree adorned with silver and gold decorations. A whimsical theme may feature bright and playful colors, like candy canes, elves, and Santa hats.

Deck the Halls with Garlands

Extend the festive ambiance throughout your home by adorning banisters, mantels, and door frames with garlands. Fresh greenery or artificial garlands can be beautifully enhanced with ribbons, berries, pinecones, and twinkling lights. They add a touch of Christmas enchantment to every corner.

Cozy and Festive Living Spaces

Make your living areas extra cozy for the holiday season. Drape your sofas and armchairs with holiday-themed throw blankets and pillows. Consider placing a woven blanket basket next to the couch for easy access during movie nights or reading sessions by the fireplace.

Speaking of the fireplace, it's a focal point that deserves special attention. Decorate the mantel with candles, stockings, and a stunning Christmas centerpiece. Consider adding a wreath above the fireplace to tie the whole look together.

Holiday Tablescapes

Your dining table is where cherished Christmas memories are made. Create an enchanting tablescape with elegant dinnerware, festive placemats, and sparkling glassware. Add the perfect finishing touch with a beautiful centerpiece. A combination of candles, fresh flowers, and holiday-themed figurines can create a stunning display.

The Power of Lights

Christmas lights are the key to creating a magical atmosphere in your home. Hang strings of lights around windows, along staircases, and over doorways. You can also place them in glass jars or vases for a charming, illuminated centerpiece. For a truly cozy vibe, consider warm white lights; for a vibrant and festive atmosphere, go for multi-colored lights.

Personalized Ornaments

Add a personal touch to your Christmas tree with customized ornaments. These can feature your family's names, memorable dates, or even hand-painted portraits of your loved ones. Personalized ornaments make your tree a reflection of your unique family traditions and history.

Outdoor Decorations

Extend your Christmas decor outside to create a stunning display for all to see. Line your driveway with luminous pathway markers, and adorn your yard with inflatable snowmen, reindeer, or a nativity scene. Don't forget to add a spotlight for a dramatic effect at night.

Advent Calendars and Stockings

Advent calendars are a beloved tradition that builds excitement throughout December. They come in various designs, from classic boxes with hidden treats to reusable cloth calendars that you can fill with your family's favorite goodies. Hang stockings with care, personalizing them for each family member. This tradition never gets old, no matter how old you are!

The Scent of Christmas

Enhance the holiday experience with scents that transport you to a winter wonderland. Use scented candles, diffusers, or potpourri to infuse your home with the fragrance of pine, cinnamon, and spiced apple. The aroma of Christmas treats baking in the oven is a bonus.

Conclusion:

Decorating your home for Christmas is more than just a tradition; it's an art that allows you to express your unique style and create cherished memories. From the welcoming wreath at the front door to the personalized ornaments on your Christmas tree, each detail contributes to the magic of the season. As you embark on your holiday decorating journey, remember that the most important element is the joy and love that you bring to your home. May your Christmas be merry and your home be filled with warmth and wonder. Happy decorating!

Lately, I can't help but be surprised when a home has color inside. I didn't expect it in this 1925 cottage, with an expanded porch, in Winston Salem, North Carolina. It has 2bd, 1ba & is only $200K. No wonder it's already got a pending sale.

This small room in the entrance looks like it's been closed off during the remodel.

Did you expect the living room to be black? They left the doors in the original wood finish, chose light-colored furniture and put down a red area rug to make it pop.

This is nice.

What do you think of the salmon kitchen? It's nice, even though the cabinets are clearly painted-over originals.

Back hall with a closet. Always nice to have storage.

Single small bath.

I don't know what this room is- It could be a 3rd bd. or family room. Maybe even a dining room.

Both bedrooms are small, but are decorated so beautifully, you really don't mind.

Beautiful big porch.

I'd be on this swing all day.

It's unclear if that's a dog ramp or an ADA ramp, but it looks narrow, so I think it's a dog ramp.

Nice deck on the back, plus a 2 car garage, pretty yard and gardens.

Eight Curb Appeal Tips for Every O’Fallon Homeowner

When it comes to creating that perfect front yard, there’s more to it than just mowing your lawn. O’Fallon homeowners will see the significance of a luxurious outdoor living space through the many inspiration examples surrounding us everyday. Ready to transform your front yard into that oasis you’ve always wanted? Let’s look into these eight curb appeal hacks, and make your neighbors see all the green on the ‘other side of the fence’.  

1.  Landscaping:  A well-maintained landscape is key to curb appeal.  Make sure to trim bushes and trees, plant flowers, and keep the lawn cut and maintained.  Keep landscape beds updated with fresh mulch bi-annually and consider lining the beds with a decorative edging.

2.  Outdoor Lighting:  Proper outdoor lighting adds significant curb appeal.  Install attractive lights along pathways and near any high-traffic entrances.  Adding lights to roof lines and soffits can make your home appear much larger than it actually is.

3.  Paint:  A fresh coat of paint can make a huge difference for your home’s exterior.  Use a cohesive color scheme to tie together the walls, shutters, trim, and even the mailbox.

4.  Make Repairs:  Always keep an eye out for needed repairs.  Fix loose siding, replace any missing or damaged shingles, and clean the gutters.  Keeping the exterior of your home well-maintained will show that you care about the exterior of your home.

5.  Front Door:  Every real estate agent will advise you to address your front door for maximum curb appeal.  The front door is the focal point of your home’s exterior.  You may consider painting it a bold color and adding stylish hardware.

6.  Upgraded Driveway:  As your budget allows, consider upgrading your drive to pavers, stamped concrete, or even a new asphalt overlay.  Oftentimes, adding a decorative border to both sides of your driveway can be a much less costly approach to upgrading this area.

7.  Mailbox:  Adding an upgraded mailbox to your property will provide an extra touch of elegance and appeal.  Make sure to upgrade in such a way that it compliments the design of your entire property.

8.  Add Accents:  Adding decorative accents to your porch or driveway can make a big difference.  Putting a bench on the front porch provides a cozy and welcoming atmosphere that corresponds with a well-maintained appeal.  Stylish welcome mats or an iron wall accent will add to your desired curb appeal.

Photographer's eye

Place in View 

Location: Forecourt walkway 

Its purpose is to lead visitors from the parking area to the entrance in a manner that is both easy on the eyes and secure. 

Plane: Horizontal 

Exceptional Item: Not 

Material make-up: square or rectangular cut flagstone with a brownish-grey hue and straight, even lines. 

Cut flagstone is a great option for a front pathway since it is both long-lasting and attractive. The square forms and straight lines will offer a clean and contemporary design, while the brown/grey hue will fit beautifully with the surrounding scenery. 

Porch In the Entrance 

The goal is to improve the visual attractiveness of the house and to make guests feel at home. 

Plane: Vertical 

Not a specialized item 

White-painted cedarwood is the primary material. 

Cedar wood is a great material for a front porch since it lasts a long time, does not rot or warp, and looks inviting and natural. The house's exterior appeal and architectural features will both benefit from having the wood painted white. 

Backyard Side Plot 

Location: beside the sidewalk 

To link the front and back yards and to serve as an exit to the backyard. 

Plane: Horizontal 

Not a specialized item 

Grey concrete paving stones in a staggered pattern. 

As an explanation, a sidewalk paved with concrete pavers is a fantastic investment due to its longevity, easy maintenance, and inexpensive cost. The gray hue will blend well with the natural environment, but the staggered rectangles and angles provide a contemporary and eye-catching design element. 

Side Fence 

Location: beside a fence on the side 

Purpose: To shield garden activities from prying eyes. 

Plane: Vertical 

Exceptional Item: Gate 

Cedar wood (unfinished), board-on-board (traditional), metal gate. 

To wit: cedar wood is long-lasting, resistant to the elements, and looks great in any setting, making it perfect for a fence. The metal gate adds protection and contemporary touch to the otherwise traditional board-on-board design. 

Backyard 

Space: backyard patio 

Creating an outside room where people may socialize and unwind is the goal. 

Plane: Horizontal 

Custom-made fire pits. 

Light beige-colored concrete pavers with an uneven form and a curved design are the main constituents of the paving material. 

Concrete pavers are perfect for a backyard patio since they are inexpensive, low-maintenance, and long-lasting. The irregular forms and curved design in light beige will provide an air of organic sophistication to any space. A fire pit is a great way to improve the aesthetics of an outdoor space while also making it more comfortable to spend time in during cooler months. 

Outside Patio 

Location: outside patio or backyard 

To facilitate eating and socializing in the great outdoors. 

Plane: Horizontal 

A Specialty Item: A Pergola 

Cedar wood construction; unfinished wood's natural hue; rectangular and angular forms; streamlined design 

Justification: With its long lifespan, resistance to the elements, and inviting natural appearance, cedar wood is a great material for a pergola. The rectangular forms and clean lines will give the building a contemporary and elegant appearance, while the natural hue will work well with the surrounding scenery. The shade will be provided by the pergola, and it will also serve as a decorative focal point for the outdoor eating space. 

Design Trends for Spas in 2023:

Models can show a tenacious change to a superior way of life. As reasonable as the thoughts for spa plans for 2023 are, they will engage even the most vigorous of specialists. Designspurt was continually out in front of the resistance. Spa-like circumstances are additionally turning into a notable wellspring of motivation for spa decor for home restroom plans, so it merits investigating which are the most entrancing space thoughts existing apart from everything else.

The Social Washing Experience: While most spa clients incline toward isolation, many presently look for human association and shared experiences. The spa design mirrors this advancement, giving social spaces inside the spa for couples or get-togethers of allies to take part in a spa trip or experience together. We expect the developing prominence of medicines, pools, or porches endlessly lodges for little get-togethers, ideal for loosening up medicines and joining them with fire lighting. During the spa venture, we investigate regions to make a social strength or specialty, thinking about an unmistakable spa unwinding region that fills the social center point.

Agreeable and Unwinding: Taking into account how long we have spent at home lately, it’s a good idea that an agreeable and helpful style game plan to make a “relaxed retreat” would be a high-priority spa for 2023. Make your spa more welcoming by utilizing nonpartisan tones, agreeable spa hardware, and unobtrusive lighting all through. By layering houseplants with rancher’s pieces all through your home, you can supplement the standard tones with a sensitive yet quiet green.

French Country: This is a popular, everlasting style that has developed into washroom arranging thoughts for 2023. The French Nation is an arranging style impacted by the ensured open nation of France, particularly Provence. Insides in France can be luxurious and confounded, while homes in Provence are considerably cozier, downplayed, and humble. French country insides are known for their fragile and female allure, which makes a congruity between the normal and the fabulous. Increases, for example, uncovered wood, basic stone, unpredictable foundations, planned surfaces, and worn materials are qualities of the French countryside. It would be ideal for assortments to be light and blustery, impartial like milk, ivory, and beige, supplanted by different sensitive pastel tones.

Green and long: Green is the shade of the year both in the spa plans and in regular day-to-day existence. In the creative spa designs plan for 2023, nature-themed colors in wall covers and items and plant-style course of action are significant. Blending various greens to make a characteristic story is notable, from profound emeralds and sages to the reviving tones of the ocean in the green/blue reach. On the off chance that you could do without painting the walls green, you can thoroughly take part in the example by adding a few green palms or succulents, in light of the fact that indoor plants will flourish in rich game plans soon. Making strides toward environmental friendliness with in-vogue plans and spa business methodologies is a model your spa ought to embrace. Spa and health specialists are giving their very best to lessen their normal effect and foster their green vital approaches.

Light luxury entrance porch decoration painting, nine fish inlaid with diamonds, modern simple vertical crystal porcelain painting, corridor wall painting

Entrance Porch Decoration Painting Chinese-style

The benefits of using entrance hall decorative painting Chinese style

The entrance hall is an important location for entering the home, and the layout should look fresh and bright, helping to visually open up the view and make people feel a sense of brightness from nature as soon as they enter the door. The Chinese-style entranceway decorative painting can do exactly the above requirements.

1. The use of Chinese-style entrance decorative paintings is a fashion trend, which can render a stylish home atmosphere

2. Chinoiserie paintings have a very good meaning.

3. This product with led light can be used as a small area light at night.

Process used in the Entrance Porch Decoration Painting Chinese-style

Hand embroidery, oil painting, woodwork, gold leaf, weaving, etc.

We have flexible customized designing services always available.

Our organization have been actively engaged in manufacturing, exporting, distributing and supplying a premium quality Custom Top and Bottom Paper Packaging Box in Dongguan, Guangdong, China. The box are made from cardboard and offset paper, and used for toy packaging. They are waterproof, moisture proof, alcohol proof and chemicals proof. Excellent quality will upgrade the appearance your products.