Granite Dining Tables In All Shapes and Sizes

So, I’ll admit this is a little stalkerish, but my colleague (who I’ll never see again so it won’t matter if I copy) had a wonderful table she uses as a desk. It had rectangle tempered glass for the top (almost large enough for a dining table) and the base was red painted wood in an X using cross joints. Similar to this (http://www.finewoodworking.com/item/24542/red-oak-mondriaan-frame-coffee-table-with-rough-granite-top) but not square patterns… it’s an X pattern that is parallel to the glass, so that the four corners of the X become the supports at the corners of the table.
I was curious to know who made the table because she mentioned that it was a company SIMILAR to Ikea (but not Ikea), so they have a bunch of modern furniture for a reasonable price. You can just flip through their catalog, order and assemble. So any ideas on what the company is would be welcomed as well.

“This is awesome!” I exclaimed, stepping into the grand entrance.
“Wow!” Thomas cried, rushing inside.
I looked around at the green rug that lined the hall, beautiful artwork lined the walls and large windows spilled light into the room, there was a flight of stairs to the right.
“Yeah, so don’t break anything,” Dad muttered, coming in behind me.
“Shall I show you around?” Asked a voice from behind me.
I whirled around and came face to face with an old balding man. He was wearing a tuxedo that looked like something out of a history film.
“Yes please,” Mum said stepping inside.
The man made his way inside.
“I’m Richard,” he said. “Follow me.”
We obeyed and followed him down the long hallway.
“This house was built in 1863,” he told us. “It is the oldest mansion around this area.”
We entered another room. A large window covered one wall, and a table was in the middle of the room. There was a marble fireplace off to the left.
“This is the dining room,” Richard announced. “One of the most beautiful rooms in the house, might I add.”
We walked through the hallway and I looked around it in awe. It was HUGE! Bigger than our whole house! The next room that Richard (or Jeeves as I had decided to call him) led us into was the kitchen. It was very beautiful with oak cabinets and granite-topped benches, much nicer than our lino covered kitchen back home.
“And this is the kitchen,” Jeeves announced. “Very nice and easy to cook in.”
“This’ll be a nice change,” Mum said happily.
Jeeves smiled at her, and continued on.
“This is the laundry,” Jeeves said, gesturing into a smaller room.
Mum took a quick glance inside. “Very nice.”
“Next, we come to the office. This could easily become a study,” Jeeves explained.
“This is where I’ll be working,” Dad announced happily.
It was nicer looking than the room he used back at home, which was actually a large walk in wardrobe! A large oak desk stood in the middle and a bookshelf was set off to the left. The room was otherwise empty. Dad stood looking at the room for a while until Jeeves cleared his throat.
“Time to move on,” he said.
We walked out of the office and back into the hall.
“This is one bedroom, that one of your children may enjoy,” Jeeves said, gesturing into one room. “And this is another.”
Both rooms were practically identical, with a double bed in each and a desk. The next room that Jeeves’ showed us was the bathroom. It had a large spa, bath, shower and toilet, it was gigantic! We walked a bit further and into the last room on the ground floor of the house.
“And this is the master bedroom,” Jeeves said, rather proudly.
This room was exquisite. The bed was four post and the biggest I had ever seen in my entire life, it had a white blanket and pillows laced with silver. Three large cabinets and a huge bookshelf lined two of the walls. Windows hit the back of the bed, making the silver on the bed glisten. A fire place like the one in the dining room was to the right of the door.
“Now, we head up stairs,” Jeeves said.
The first four doors contained bedrooms that were identical to the two downstairs, except they all had big verandas; one though, had a bookshelf.
“This is my room!” I announced.
“Why?” Thomas asked, wrinkling up his nose. “They’re all the same, this one just has a bookshelf.”
“Exactly,” I said with a smile.
Thomas rolled his eyes and followed Mum, Dad and Jeeves down the upstairs hall.
“This is the study,” Jeeves said. “A little smaller than the one downstairs, but this one has a veranda.”
This was quite a nice room, with the biggest veranda that I had ever seen! The room was completely empty though, except for a fireplace in the centre of the back wall.
“Next to it is the sun room,” Jeeves announced. “Beautiful to sit in in spring.”
It was a big room with windows covering all but one wall. I’d like to spend my time in here reading, it’d also be a nice place to keep Sazza during winter.
“And the last place up here is the bathroom. This one doesn’t have a spa, but has a large bathtub.” Jeeves told us.
I took a quick peek inside. Very nice. Three times bigger than our largest bathroom at home anyway.
“Alright, well that’s it for inside. We can go outside now,” Jeeves said over his shoulder, making his way quickly down the hall to the stairs.
We followed him down them and out the back door, what I saw next amazed me. There were two tennis courts off to the back and to the right of them was a large swimming pool.
“Yes, that swimming pool is heated,” Jeeves said, seemingly reading my mind.
“Over there is the guest quarters,” Jeeves said, gesturing his hand to the front of and off to the left of the tennis courts.
It would have to be a little larger than our house. Right in front of where we were standing was a large water fountain. I could see Koi fish swimming happily around in it.

I just found this story that was a result of an all-nighter i pulled my freshman year of high school : ) haha Reactions, anyone?

What Happened on Tempest Point
Outside the luxurious Seaview Hotel, the tide crashed on to the dunes of Tempest Point. Tourists crowded the areas of the beach that weren’t ridden with jagged Maine granite. The sight- seers scurried in and out of the expansive brick resort like ants in gaudy swimsuits, rushing to fetch towels, or sunglasses, or more tanning lotion.
An unadorned window on the bottom floor of the Seaview was flung open to welcome the salt laden breeze. Behind it, standing at an immense sink filled with dirty dishes, was a girl of about fourteen. She had long, dark, hair and distant eyes that seemed to reflect the dark blue- gray of the Maine ocean. The girl stared at the small children splashing in the shore while their parents lazed on blankets, covered in baby oil. <ital>How can those mothers and fathers let their children near the water?<end italics> There had been a time when the girl had loved the wild Atlantic. She had felt like the luckiest person in the world, to have it waiting at her front door. <ital>That was before I knew what was hidden beneath the surface. Unbridled rage, waiting for the right moment to take, and never to return.<italics end> Gray clouds seemed to obscure her eyes as she remembered the terrible night.
“Marina!” an annoyed voice called. Marina, the girl at the sink, flinched as she heard her name, a constant reminder of the sea. “What are you doing, idling the afternoon away? Wash the dishes! The software engineers will be here in one hour for their company convention!” The hotel manager turned on his heel and stalked out through the swinging doors of the kitchens. A short man in his mid- fifties, with salt and pepper hair, Walter Galvin had been Marina’s mother’s second cousin three times removed. Or was it third cousin twice removed?
Marina scowled at her “Uncle Walt’s” retreating back. Turning to the open window, swollen from humidity and sticky from salt, she wrenched it shut. Filling the sink with hot water and suds, Marina began to work.
The Seaview often played host to companies or other groups holding conferences or meetings. Marina hoped the engineers weren’t picky and were quiet.
By the time Marina had washed enough dishes to serve an army, DigiTech software vans were pulling into the parking lot behind the hotel. She watched computer engineers awkwardly climb out of the vans in their suits and ties. Hanging her apron on a peg, she straightened her boring regulation waitress outfit: white blouse with a blue knee length skirt.
Half an hour later, it was dinnertime. When Marina entered the corporate dining room to take beverage orders, she was greeted by a sea of combovers and glasses. After endless requests for V-8 and prune juice, followed by the main course and dessert, she was exhausted. After helping to bus the tables, Marina climbed a narrow back staircase to her room.
Her room was on the top floor, floor three. It used to be a storage room. Its one small window viewed a parking lot. When Marina had moved into the Seaview after the terrible night, her Uncle Walter had offered her a large room with a bay window overlooking the ocean. But the girl wanted no reminder of the force that had changed her life forever.
That night, she dreamt of a turbulent sea and one tiny boat, drifting and trying to stay afloat.

July 7th
While the guests were at breakfast, Marina joined the housekeepers in making the beds ant putting fresh towels in all of the rooms. When she knocked on the door of the last room on her assigned floor, a man talking on a cell phone answered. One of the few engineers without glasses, his DigiTech nametag read, “Hi! My name is Marc.” Mike- Alpha- Romeo- Charlie Marina thought automatically. But no. She couldn’t think about the radio codes any more. She had to never let those memories surface again.
Marc waved her inside. Covering the mouthpiece of the phone, he whispered. “Sorry. I’ll finish the call on the porch.” The man walked out onto the small deck outside his room, still talking on the small phone. As Marina made the bed, fragments of conversation floated through the bay window. “isn’t working…won’t tell…have to..daughter…Seaview…”
When Marina heard that word, daughter, she blinked back tears. It wasn’t that long ago that she had been a daughter. Nine months, though it felt like an eternity. Marina had been a daughter for thirteen and a half years.
Marina’s mother, Mara Chandler, married Jonah Taylor in 1990. A month before their first child, Marina, was to be born, Jonah left his wife. “I should have known he was no good.” Mara would later joke to her daughter. “After all, he was a Jonah- bad luck.” Jonah Taylor never tried to contact his wife or child, but Marina didn’t care. She and her mom lived in a small bu
. She and her mom lived in a small but beautiful house by the shore. They were perfectly happy. Mara, a marine biologist, would sometimes take Marina out on their small motor boat, the Rover. Mara was interested in tracking whale’s migratory patterns.
Then, one September afternoon, Marina had come home from school to find that her mom was not at home. This wasn’t unusual; Mara’s work often kept her away all day. Marina knew she was boating with a friend, Ian Collier. He was another marine biologist. Marina still wasn’t worried when her mom wasn’t home by nine. When Mara was excited about a new find, she often lost track of time. She’s probably at Ian’s house, graphing today’s data on his computer. Marina went to bed, wondering if her mom had found something unusual on the new sonar program that she had invented
However, at 2am, Marina was awakened by a deafening peal of thunder. Looking out the window, Marina saw that the rain was coming down in icy torrents. The sea was a
The sea was a choppy battle. Walking through the house, she realized her mom still hadn’t arrived back at home. She couldn’t still be at Ian’s, could she? Why hadn’t she called? Knowing that it was an ungodly hour to be calling someone, she picked up the phone and dialed Ian Collier.
No answer.
Sitting down to think about what to do, Marina drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, she was woken by the sound of her uncle’s quick footsteps through the front door. His face was drawn and gray. Walter laid a hand on Marina’s shoulder. “Marina…” he began softly. “There’s been an accident.”
The “Storm of the Century,” as everyone called it, had smashed the Rover against a jetty.Blood was found on the jagged rocks, and Ian’s body, dismembered by propeller blades, was discovered nearby. Mara’s body was never found.
Marina swallowed a sob and wiped a tear from her cheek. Staring at the tiled floor, she tried to remember why she was in a bathroom. Realizing she was supposed to be
Staring at the tiled floor, she tried to remember why she was in a bathroom. Realizing she was supposed to be changing towels, she slid a fresh cloth stamped with SEAVIEW onto the rack. She heard Marc, the engineer, come back from the porch. He was still talking on the phone. Marina heard his voice growing louder as he approached the bathroom. Finishing the chores quickly, in case he thought she was wasting time, Marina moved toward the doorway.
Marc laughed into the phone, a humorless sound.” and you’ll never guess who is cleaning my room at the Seaview…Yeah. Couldn’t be easier, could it? Just the girl we wanted to see.” A huge hand was suddenly clapped over Marina’s mouth She tried to scream, but was silenced by a blow to her head
When Marina came to, she knew instantly that she was in a boat. Fighting the panic that threatened to overwhelm her, she took a deep, steadying breath. She seemed to be in some sort of cargo hold. Was there any hope of escape? Who had done this?
It all came back to her…Marc’s mysterious phone calls…the kidnapping obviously hadn’t been impulsive- someone had planned this out. But why would anyone kidnap her? Ransom? Her only relation, Uncle Walter, wasn’t especially wealthy. But even so, why bring her all the way out onto the ocean? Why not hide her somewhere else?
Abruptly, light flooded the hold as a door in the ceiling was opened. Someone jumped to the floor. Marina shrank into a corner. Kidnappers? “Marina!” a woman shouted.
Marina froze. She’d know that voice anywhere…but how could this possibly be true? “Mom!” she screamed.
After a tearful reunion, some questions began to be answered. There had been a freak storm, but Mara should have been able to get home. She was an experienced sailor. However, she explained, she and Ian were on their way back to shore when a larger boat had blocked their path. Mara and Ian were held at gunpoint and forced off of the Rover and onto the huge tugboat. They watched as the
They watched as the stage was set for their deaths. The tug pulled the Rover onto the jetty, where it was smashed by the fierce tides.
“But- Ian..” Marina stuttered. She couldn’t believe her mom was alive. It was all so unreal. “They found his body.”
Mara sighed, her eyes overbright. “Yes, they had no use for Ian. Marc- or whatever his real name is- and his friends slit Ian’s throat- and then-“Mara’s voice faltered. “Well, I guess Marc saw Raiders of the Lost Ark one too many times. They turned on the propellers and-” Marina’s mom broke off.
“But why did they want you?”
“Remember that sonar program I invented? Well, at the tine, I thought nothing of it. I thought of a way I could locate pods of whales more easily, and made a few adjustments. Marc apparently thinks that if he can find the key to working the software, he can sell it a become a millionaire”
“So that’s why they took you? To get information?”
“Yes. I haven’t told them what they need to know, if I thought
they would let me go after I disclosed the key, I would have done it in an instant the money means nothing to me. But the kidnappers have already shown that they don’t mind murdering innocent people, and I’m too big a risk to set free. So they did the thing that could make me talk- they took you. I think they’ll use you as blackmail. I- I don’t know what to. I’m trapped. If I reveal the pass code, they’ll get rid of us afterwards. If I don’t tell, they’ll hurt you.”
“Mom!” Gasped Marina. “We’ve got to get out of here! Where are we?”
“From what I can tell, we’re pretty far out. Almost in international waters.”
“Do they let us on deck?”
“Most of the time. It’s not like we can go anywhere. But look here.” Striding to the wall of the hold, Mara moved aside a few spare planks that were leaning in the wall. A small, round, porthole was revealed. It wasn’t big enough to climb out of, but it was something.
“Have any other ships passed us??” Marina asked.
“None
far.” said Mara. “But if we are nearing international borders, there should be Coast Guard up ahead.”
An hour later, Mara and her daughter saw a Coast Guard ship ahead. Mara Chandler handed her daughter the watch. Focusing the watch crystal on the sun, Marina moved her hand back and forth in front of the beam of light. Why could she never remember SOS – was it dashes and then dots, or the other way around? Once you got started, did it even matter? She signaled frantically. Nothing.
“Please…” Marina whispered as her mom took over the signaling. “Please look…” There was still no reaction from the Coast Guard.
Marina suddenly had another idea. Climbing onto the deck, she crept across the bumpy metal floor. She had reached the flagpole. Praying no one would notice, she removed all forms or identification from the thick lanyard. Without permit or license flags, would the officers notice an unmarked ship? Stealing back down to the hold, the Chandlers watched the Coast
Guard draw nearer and nearer…
August 28th
Now that the trial was finally over, Ms. Chandler and Marina could return to their old cottage. Their testimony had sent Marc (whose real name was Clarence) to prison for a very long time. Marina looked forward to seeing him pick up trash in an orange jumpsuit. Ms. Chandler patented her program, and, while she didn’t quite become a millionaire, no one complained. It was enough to buy a new and better equipped research boat. They named it the Semper Paratus in honor of the Coast Guard that had saved their lives.

I sat high on a cushioned stool, tapping my fingers against the cold, hard granite countertop of the greeting table. My head rested on my palm as my eyes explored around the room. I checked on the clock every now and again. It seemed like time was moving incredibly slowly and painfully. Every minute I was driving deeper and deeper into what seemed to be endless boredom. I stared at the wall where the clock hung. I couldn’t believe I had been at work for five hours and hardly anyone had come to dine. There were only two parties eating at our restaurant at that moment. While all of my other co-workers were lazing away in the cozy employee’s lounge, I had to fill in for the hostess who was late again. I sighed deeply hoping that either the hostess would walk through that door or some people would, so that I could do my job. The slow days were the worst.

Suddenly, I had a great craving for some chocolate crepes. My stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had them here. They were the best and with my employee’s discount, I always got them half-off. Nothing tastes better than a break from work and half-off chocolate crepes. I couldn’t wait until my lunch break. Realizing that it was only half an hour away, I smiled to myself.

Without warning, some customers walked in through the French doors. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts. The cutest elderly couple I had ever seen approached me with beaming faces. “Two?” I asked them, putting on my sweet, waitressy grin.

“Yes,” the man replied in a humble tone, and then grabbed his wife’s hand.

Aww, I thought to myself.

I slid two menus from a shelf in the table and curled them into my arms. “Right this way,” I told them. I picked out the best table in the place for them to sit. It was right beside a window with the perfect view. Our restaurant was situated right next to the beautiful park. At that angle, they would be able to see the amazing, gleaming lake.

“Oh, this is lovely. Thank you,” the woman gasped as they sat themselves down.

“You’re welcome, madam,” I said as I placed down their menus in front of them. “You’re waiter will be with you shortly.”

It’s not nearly done. That’s just the beginning.
that’s good for you, because this story is gonna end up being a fantasy. thanks :]

I sat high on a cushioned stool, tapping my fingers against the cold, hard granite countertop of the greeting table. My head rested on my palm as my eyes explored around the room. I checked on the clock every now and again. It seemed like time was moving incredibly slowly and painfully. Every minute I was driving deeper and deeper into what seemed to be endless boredom. I stared at the wall where the clock hung. I couldn’t believe I had been at work for five hours and hardly anyone had come to dine. There were only two parties eating at our restaurant at that moment. While all of my other co-workers were lazing away in the cozy employee’s lounge, I had to fill in for the hostess who was late again. I sighed deeply hoping that either the hostess would walk through that door or some people would, so that I could do my job. The slow days were the worst.

Suddenly, I had a great craving for some chocolate crepes. My stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had them here. They were the best and with my employee’s discount, I always got them half-off. Nothing tastes better than a break from work and half-off chocolate crepes. I couldn’t wait until my lunch break. Realizing that it was only half an hour away, I smiled to myself.

Without warning, some customers walked in through the French doors. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts. The cutest elderly couple I had ever seen approached me with beaming faces. “Two?” I asked them, putting on my sweet, waitressy grin.

“Yes,” the man replied in a humble tone, and then grabbed his wife’s hand.

Aww, I thought to myself.

I slid two menus from a shelf in the table and curled them into my arms. “Right this way,” I told them. I picked out the best table in the place for them to sit. It was right beside a window with the perfect view. Our restaurant was situated right next to the beautiful park. At that angle, they would be able to see the amazing, gleaming lake.

“Oh, this is lovely. Thank you,” the woman gasped as they sat themselves down.

“You’re welcome, madam,” I said as I placed down their menus in front of them. “You’re waiter will be with you shortly.”

I walked to the lounge and knocked my hand against the door upon my arrival. A few of the faces turned up to look, but the others were buried into something else. I spotted Jack, reclining in a cyan chair, sleeping deeply. I had seated the couple at one of his tables.

“Hey, Jack!” He didn’t stir. “Jack!” I said as I punched him jokingly in the shoulder. “Wake up, lazy. Table 7. A couple. Serve them.”
He opened his eyes and reluctantly pushed himself up, stretching out his arms with an exaggerated sigh. He punched me back like I had just done to him and gave me a glare. “Thanks for putting them at one of my tables.”

I smirked. “You are very welcome.”
Jack’s name suited him well. If you ever asked me describe him in one word, without a hesitation, I would say: jackass. Two words: unnecessary jackass. Three words: half-witted, unnecessary jackass. It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with him. If you were a girl, he would spend the time staring at your breasts (and I mean ANY girl) and if you were a guy, he would find some way to insult you or some way to change the conversation to “chicks”. He was so irritating; never respectful to anyone he met. For some unknown reason, my best friend Tori “fell” for him. She claimed that under it all, he was a really sweet and understanding guy. I don’t believe it one bit. I know that he’s just as shallow as he appears. Tori is such a good girl and I know he is just using her. She always saw the best in everyone, even the worst people. I knew that in the end, he would break her heart; I just didn’t want it to happen. I wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times I begged her to end her relationship with him.

Tori and I lived together in a quaint house just outside of town. It had two floors. The bottom was hers, and the top mine. I remember being so worried that I wouldn’t like my housemate. That wasn’t the case at all. She was adorable and probably the most caring girl I had ever known. Her look was so much like her personality. She always dressed in bright, sunny colors. Her brunette hair in the cutest bob. Her brown eyes always bright and aware. She was like the opposite of me, but we never had any problems. I couldn’t remember fighting with her once the whole year I knew her. I loved her. She was like a sister to me. We knew anything and everything about each other.

She was on vacation for about two weeks in Hawaii. I missed her terribly, but she was coming back in a couple of days. It was so lonely at home and at work without her. She was practically my only really good friend there.

I came back to my position again and noticed that the hostess had finally arrived. She was flirting with a guy at the table, about to seat him. He was fairly attractive with dark, short, curly brunette hair. He also towered over
her. Clearly a few inches above six feet when the hostess only reached his shoulders. I also knew that he was way too old for her. She was still in high school and he must’ve been in his early twenties. I watched as she pulled a menu from the shelf nonchalantly and asked with a flirtatious voice, “Will anyone else be joining you?”
The guy laughed and rubbed his neck. “Uh, no. Actually, I work here.” Was that an accent I heard? “This is my first day.” Definitely an English accent. I had never even met another person in my life that had one.
I approached them, about to thank the girl for finally showing up, but I was interrupted by him. He turned to me. “Uh, do you think one of you can show me to the manager?”
“I can,” I said, without thinking. The girl gave me an evil look as if I had beaten her to it. “Uh, thanks,” I thanked her trying to read her nametag. I never had good eyesight. “Lynn.”
“You’re welcome,” she scowled.
I know it has tense problems >:[ I emailed this to me from another computer, but I forgot to save it after I fixed it.
Yeah. MS word changed the "never heard anyone that had one".

Thanks. :]

I sat high on a cushioned stool, tapping my fingers against the cold, hard granite countertop of the greeting table. My head rested upon my palm as my eyes explored around the room. I checked on the clock every now and again. It seemed like time was moving incredibly slowly and painfully. Every minute I was driving deeper and deeper into what seemed to be endless boredom. I stared at the wall where the clock hung. I couldn’t believe I had been at work for five hours and hardly anyone had come to dine. There were only two parties eating at our restaurant at that moment. While all of my other co-workers were lazing away in the cozy employee’s lounge, I had to fill in for the hostess who was late again. I sighed deeply hoping that either the hostess would walk through that door or some people would, so that I could do my job. The slow days were the worst.
Suddenly, I had a great craving for some chocolate crepes. My stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I had them here. They were the best and with my employee’s discount, I always got them half-off. Nothing tastes better than a break from work and half-off chocolate crepes. Mmm. I couldn’t wait until my lunch break. Realizing that it was only twenty minutes away, I smiled to myself.
Without warning, some customers walked in through the French doors. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts. The cutest elderly couple I had ever seen approached me with beaming faces. “Two?” I asked them, putting on my sweet, waitressy grin.
“Yes,” the man replied in a humble tone, and then grabbed his wife’s hand.
Aww, I thought to myself.
I slid two menus from a shelf in the table and curled them into my arms. “Right this way,” I told them. I picked out the best table in the place for them to sit. It was right beside a window with the perfect view. Our restaurant was situated right next to the beautiful park. At that angle, they would be able to see the amazing, gleaming lake.
“Oh, this is lovely. Thank you,” the woman gasped as they sat themselves down.
“You’re welcome, madam,” I said as I placed down their menus in front of them. “You’re waiter will be with you shortly.”
I walked to the lounge and knocked my hand against the door upon my arrival. A few of the faces turned up to look, but the others were buried into something else. I spotted Jack, reclining in a cyan chair, sleeping deeply. I had seated the couple at one of his tables.
“Hey, Jack!” He didn’t stir. “Jack!” I said as I punched him jokingly in the shoulder. “Wake up, lazy. Table 7. A couple. Serve them.”
He opened his eyes and reluctantly pushed himself up, stretching out his arms with an exaggerated sigh. He punched me back like I had just done to him and gave me a glare. “Thanks for putting them at one of my tables.”
I smirked. “You are very welcome.”
Jack’s name suited him well. If you ever asked me describe him in one word, without a hesitation, I would say: jackass. Two words: unnecessary jackass. Three words: half-witted, unnecessary jackass. It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with him. If you were a girl, he would spend the time staring at your breasts (and I mean ANY girl) and if you were a guy, he would find some way to insult you or some way to change the conversation to “chicks”. He was so irritating; never respectful to anyone he met. For some unknown reason, my best friend Tori “fell” for him. She claimed that under it all, he was a really sweet and understanding guy. I don’t believe it one bit. I know that he was just as shallow as he appeared. Tori is such a good girl and I know he was just using her. She always saw the best in everyone, even the worst people. I knew that in the end, he would break her heart; I just didn’t want it to happen. I wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times I begged her to end her relationship with him.
Tori and I lived together in a quaint house just outside of town. It had two floors. The bottom was hers, and the top mine. I remember being so worried that I wouldn’t like my housemate. That wasn’t the case at all. She was adorable and probably the most caring girl I had ever known. Her look was so much like her personality. She always dressed in bright, sunny colors, her brunette hair in the cutest bob and her brown eyes always bright and aware. She was like the opposite of me, but we never had any problems. I couldn’t remember fighting with her once the whole year I knew her. I loved her. She was like a sister to me. We knew anything and everything about each other.
She was on vacation for about two weeks in Hawaii. I missed her terribly, but she was coming back in a couple of days. It was so lonely at home and at work without her. She was practically my only really good friend there.
I came back to my position again and noticed that the hostess had finally arrived. She was flirting with a guy at the table, about to seat him. He was fairly attractive with dark, short, curly brunette hair. He also towered over her. Clea
Clearly a few inches above six feet when the hostess only reached his shoulders. I also knew that he was way too old for her. She was still in high school and he must’ve been in his early twenties. I watched as she pulled a menu from the shelf nonchalantly and asked with a flirtatious voice, “Will anyone else be joining you?”
The guy laughed and rubbed his neck. “Uh, no. Actually, I work here.” Was that an accent I heard? “This is my first day.” Definitely an English accent. I had never even met another person in my life that had one.
I approached them, about to thank the girl for finally showing up, but I was interrupted by him. He turned to me. “Uh, do you think one of you can show me to the manager, uh, Mister Lombardi?”
“I can,” I blurted out, without thinking. The girl gave me an evil look as if I had beaten her to it. I turned to her. “Uh, thanks,” I shrugged, trying to read her nametag. I never had good eyesight. “Uh, Lynn for finally showing up.”
“You’re welcome,” she scowled.
Ugh. Why doesn’t it show indentation?

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Anyway, thanks in advance!

Okay, please forgive me if this is a bit long. Just….bear with me.
(By the way, this is not for my house. It’s for a project I’m working on.)

First off, the kitchen.
What I had in mind was stainless steel appliances; built-in stoves (is that what they’re called? You’ll have to help me with names for things here), double range, double door fridge (one side fridge, one side freezer). In the middle is a island with four bar stools; two on each side. All the counter tops are black granite and the cupboards have black wood borders but are glass. For color, I was thinking a vibrant red for a nice contrast with the black wood/counter tops.

Second, the dinning room.
Okay…here’s where I’m drawing a blank. The kitchen is a little bit closed off from the dinning room. For the table I’m thinking avant cherry wood. But as far as paint goes, I’m stuck. What color would look good in there?

Third, the entrance way.
Basically when you come through the front door, it’s very open. The living room is to the left (they’re basically attached) and the dining room is to the right. There are other rooms that are closed off with doors directly in front, but further back towards the back of the house. Should it just be the same color as the living room? If not, what color should it be?

Fourth, the living room.
I was previously thinking red, but the kitchen is already red. The couches are brown leather and there are two antique brown leather chairs. (Link: http://www.miniaturesandmore.com/shop/media/LeatherSteffey.jpg) There is a fireplace with an undecided color of bricks. What color should the living room be? And what decor could I put up?

Rawr. That’s all I have for right now. Also, there can’t be any navy blues, red wine mahogany, or stupid vibrant colors (like lime green). This house is supposed to look classy and luxious, but modern and homey.

Thanks a million! Any suggestions, advice, or corrections are greatly appreciated!
Sorry the link for the chair doesn’t work :S

“This is awesome!” I exclaimed, stepping into the grand entrance.
“Wow!” Thomas cried, rushing inside.
I looked around at the green rug that lined the hall. Beautiful artwork lined the walls, and large windows spilled light into the room. There was a flight of stairs to the right.
“Yeah, so don’t break anything,” Dad muttered, coming in behind me.
“Shall I show you around?” Asked a voice from behind me.
I whirled around and came face to face with an old balding man. He was wearing a tuxedo that looked like something out of a history film.
“Yes please,” Mum said stepping inside.
The man made his way inside.
“I’m Richard,” he said. “Follow me.”
We obeyed and followed him down the long hallway.
“This house was built in 1863,” he told us. “It is the oldest mansion around this area.”
We entered another room. A large window covered one wall, and a table was in the middle of the room. There was a marble fireplace off to the left.
“This is the dining room,” Richard announced. “One of the most beautiful rooms in the house, might I add.”
We walked through the hallway and I looked around it in awe. It was HUGE! Bigger than our whole house! The next room that Richard (or Jeeves as I had decided to call him) led us into was the kitchen. It was very beautiful with oak cabinets and granite-topped benches. Much nicer than our lino covered kitchen back home.
“And this is the kitchen,” Jeeves announced. “Very nice and easy to cook in.”
“This’ll be a nice change,” Mum said happily.
Jeeves smiled at her, and continued on.
“This is the laundry,” Jeeves said, gesturing into a smaller room.
Mum took a quick glance inside. “Very nice.”
We continued walking.
“Next, we come to the office. This could easily become a study,” Jeeves explained.
“This is where I’ll be working,” Dad announced happily.
It was nicer looking than the room he used back at home, which was actually a large walk in wardrobe! Dad stood looking at the room for a while until Jeeves cleared his throat.
“Time to move on,” he said.
We walked out of the office and back into the hall.
“This is one bedroom, that one of your children may enjoy,” Jeeves said, gesturing into one room. “And this is another.”
Both rooms were practically identical. We walked a bit further and into the last room on the ground floor of the house.
“And this is the master bedroom,” Jeeves said, rather proudly.
This room was exquisite. The bed was four post and the biggest I had ever seen in my entire life. It had a white blanket and pillows, laced with silver. Three large cabinets and a huge bookshelf lined two of the walls. Windows hit the back of the bed, making the silver on the bed glisten. A fire place like the one in the dining room was to the right of the door.
“Now, we head up stairs,” Jeeves said.
The first four doors contained bedrooms that were identical to the two downstairs, except they all had big verandas. One though, had a bookshelf.
“This is my room!” I announced.
“Why?” Thomas asked, wrinkling up his nose. “They all the same, this one just has a bookshelf.”
“Exactly,” I said with a smile.
Thomas rolled his eyes and followed Mum, Dad and Jeeves down the upstairs hall.
“This is the study,” Jeeves said. “A little smaller than the one downstairs, but this one has a veranda.”
This was quite a nice room, with the biggest veranda that I had ever seen!
“Next to it is the sun room,” Jeeves announced. “Beautiful to sit in in spring.”
It was a big room with windows covering all but one wall. I’d like to spend my time in here reading. It’d also be a nice place to keep Sazza during winter.
“And the last place up here is the bathroom. This one doesn’t have a spa, but has a large bathtub.” Jeeves told us.
I took a quick peek inside. Very nice. Three times bigger than our largest bathroom at home, anyway.
“Alright, well that’s it for inside. We can go outside now,” Jeeves said over his shoulder, making his way quickly down the hall to the stairs. We followed him down them and out the back door. What I saw next amazed me. There were two tennis courts off to the back and to the right of them was a large swimming pool.
“Yes, that swimming pool is heated,” Jeeves told me with a wink.
“Over there is the guest quarters,” Jeeves said, gesturing his hand to the front of and off to the left of the tennis courts.
It would have to be a little larger than our house. Right in front of where we were standing was a large water fountain. I could see Koi fish swimming happily around in it.

Im so stressed about the move and I want my dining room to look perfect (I am on somewhat of a budget) Anyways I am so stressed I have like decorattors block haha….pls give me any input you may have…peices that will go ie center peices place mates etc

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awww cant find my table but it has black frame wood and a cream like granite top that is the same color of the cream on the dishes and really drk brown leather chair (almost black) thinking about getting back leather placemates…i dunno….i need ideas!