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Voting Question: What is this called?

I'm trying to figure out the exact term for whatever this is. It's made of wood, and looks like moderately expensive wood at that. Deep color, almost red. It is about three feet wide, and maybe a foot tall. It has four spheres underneath that serve as legs. There are numerous small drawers, some of them incorporated into the design of the wood so that they are actually hidden. I want to call it a chest or jewelry box or something, but if I search for it under those names it never comes remotely close to what I want. It was given to me as a gift and I would like to get a few more. It's supposed to be used to hold a lot of different little things categorically, like coins or cards and things like that. I just don't know what to call it. This should probably be an easy answer for someone... Thanks Nope it's not a chinese puzzle box. Not even close. I'm not trying to rag on you, I'm just saying. more

Voting Question: Please read my story and let me know what you think...?

1 As deviously as I could pull off without going over the top, I laughed. “So many people,” I paused, taking my time, “They think they can do anything they want. They think that they’re the only ones on Earth trying to do this.” My voice bellowed off the walls in echoes, the sound waves traveling around the room at lightning speed. Again I laughed, “So depressing. For them, that is.” As most do, the man cocked his head in confusion, and before he had a chance to speak, I read his lips. “It’s always the same, too. Who are you? Where is your voice even coming from? Get away from me, freak! You know how things can get pretty boring after a while, right? So do me a favor, and let’s just skip that part.” It surprises me how well of an actor I can be. It really does. I’m not really this cool around most people, I’m usually struggling for the right words to say, but when you do things like this everyday, you get pretty good at it. Especially since a lot of times it’s dealing with people you don’t even know. The limb I had been sitting on, which held up most of the structure of the small jewelry shop, was made of a smooth mahogany wood, and was the size of a log in the woods that had fallen from a tree. I jumped down from it, his back facing me. He turned around, probably more surprised than startled at the loud clack of my boots on the tile floor. I smirked at him, and knowingly began, “You can just empty that bag right there onto the ground, and get out of here. Or, I can handle you myself. It’s your choice.” His hand trembled as he looked down into the bag of jewelry he was regretfully grasping onto. He didn’t move, but it may have been out of shock. I pulled out a lighter from my back leather pocket, but stopped as my hand floated over the lever, “Wait a second,” I laughed innocently, pretending to have forgotten, “I don’t need this.” I placed it securely in my back pocket, put one hand on my hip, and stuck my other hand out with my palm up. A small flame licked my fingertip, but didn’t burn it. It obviously intimidated him as it flickered in front of his now flushing face. His eyes widened. I traced a gulp slip down his throat. His lips weren’t moving at all; in fact they were frozen in a thin, straight line. “It’s your choice,” I repeated. He looked me from my head, to my toes, particularly stopping at the flames that now engulfed my finger. But again, it didn’t burn the least bit. See, you can’t really say I’m like every other human. He turned his head hesitantly, not taking his eyes off me, and called out his friend’s name. He was now slowly walking out the entryway to an extension of the building where they stocked some of their jewelry, screaming, “What? What’s your problem, man?” He got one glance of me, and I smiled pleasantly at him. He dropped his brown ripped up sack to the ground, started heading for the exit, followed by the other man who had done the same thing. “Nice meeting you!” I shouted innocently at them. When the front glass doors were shut and those creeps were gone, I wringed my hand out in the air to put out the flame on my fingertip. Letting out a deep breath, I ran and grabbed both bags. They were dirty and gross, but they were also full. As fast as I could, I put the expensive jewelry, made of diamonds, jewels, and thing I only dreamed of owning, back in their spots as close to perfectly, and gently shut the top of the heavy glass case they were displayed in. Luckily the men hadn’t shattered it, and nothing was broken. Entering the extension, I returned the other jewelry to where it belonged. Carefully and quickly I grabbed my long, plaid trench coat from where I had dropped it when I walked in. It covered my leather outfit, making me look somewhat more normal. I pulled my beret from its pocket, pulled it over my head, and casually pushed open the doors that lead outside. Dawn had long before ate its last bites of daylight and now ruled the night sky like an invading army. The second I stepped onto the sidewalk the crisp breeze tackled me; and my heels created the faintest echo full of emptiness and glowing shallowness. I tightly crossed my arms over my chest holding together either side of my trench. It wasn’t a long walk home of crossing abandon back roads and parking lots, silent and lonely, to find my roommate sprawled across the couch, the TV loud, an empty bag of potato chips on her chest. She sprouted up when she heard the door swing open. Her hair was a mess of tangles and knots, more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my story so far? Editing would help too!?

1 As deviously as I could pull off without going over the top, I laughed. “So many people,” I paused, taking my time, “They think they can do anything they want. They think that they’re the only ones on Earth trying to do this.” My voice bellowed off the walls in echoes, the sound waves traveling around the room at lightning speed. Again I laughed, “So depressing. For them, that is.” As most do, the man cocked his head in confusion, and before he had a chance to speak, I read his lips. “It’s always the same, too. Who are you? Where is your voice even coming from? Get away from me, freak! You know how things can get pretty boring after a while, right? So do me a favor, and let’s just skip that part.” It surprises me how well of an actor I can be. It really does. I’m not really this cool around most people, I’m usually struggling for the right words to say, but when you do things like this everyday, you get pretty good at it. Especially since a lot of times it’s dealing with people you don’t even know. The limb I had been sitting on, which held up most of the structure of the small jewelry shop, was made of a smooth mahogany wood, and was the size of a log in the woods that had fallen from a tree. I jumped down from it, his back facing me. He turned around, probably more surprised than startled at the loud clack of my boots on the tile floor. I smirked at him, and knowingly began, “You can just empty that bag right there onto the ground, and get out of here. Or, I can handle you myself. It’s your choice.” His hand trembled as he looked down into the bag of jewelry he was regretfully grasping onto. He didn’t move, but it may have been out of shock. I pulled out a lighter from my back leather pocket, but stopped as my hand floated over the lever, “Wait a second,” I laughed innocently, pretending to have forgotten, “I don’t need this.” I placed it securely in my back pocket, put one hand on my hip, and stuck my other hand out with my palm up. A small flame licked my fingertip, but didn’t burn it. It obviously intimidated him as it flickered in front of his now flushing face. His eyes widened. I traced a gulp slip down his throat. His lips weren’t moving at all; in fact they were frozen in a thin, straight line. “It’s your choice,” I repeated. He looked me from my head, to my toes, particularly stopping at the flames that now engulfed my finger. But again, it didn’t burn the least bit. See, you can’t really say I’m like every other human. He turned his head hesitantly, not taking his eyes off me, and called out his friend’s name. He was now slowly walking out the entryway to an extension of the building where they stocked some of their jewelry, screaming, “What? What’s your problem, man?” He got one glance of me, and I smiled pleasantly at him. He dropped his brown ripped up sack to the ground, started heading for the exit, followed by the other man who had done the same thing. “Nice meeting you!” I shouted innocently at them. When the front glass doors were shut and those creeps were gone, I wringed my hand out in the air to put out the flame on my fingertip. Letting out a deep breath, I ran and grabbed both bags. They were dirty and gross, but they were also full. As fast as I could, I put the expensive jewelry, made of diamonds, jewels, and thing I only dreamed of owning, back in their spots as close to perfectly, and gently shut the top of the heavy glass case they were displayed in. Luckily the men hadn’t shattered it, and nothing was broken. Entering the extension, I returned the other jewelry to where it belonged. Carefully and quickly I grabbed my long, plaid trench coat from where I had dropped it when I walked in. It covered my leather outfit, making me look somewhat more normal. I pulled my beret from its pocket, pulled it over my head, and casually pushed open the doors that lead outside. Dawn had long before ate its last bites of daylight and now ruled the night sky like an invading army. The second I stepped onto the sidewalk the crisp breeze tackled me; and my heels created the faintest echo full of emptiness and glowing shallowness. I tightly crossed my arms over my chest holding together either side of my trench. It wasn’t a long walk home of crossing abandon back roads and parking lots, silent and lonely, to find my roommate sprawled across the couch, the TV loud, an empty bag of potato chips on her chest. She sprouted up when she heard the door swing open. Her hair was a mess of tangles and knots, more

Resolved Question: What kind of wood is this?

I have a jewelry chest and it's a really deep brown with no marks or anything like rosewood. http://www.beds4beds.co.uk/images/dark%20walnut%20brown.jpg the color is like this, but darker and more glossy. what color is it? THANKS! =] more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my novel so far?

I found the letter in my attic only a week after Mom and I moved in. I was angry with her for putting my photo album in the musty attic that smelled like moldy wood and lavender. Not a sweet lavender either, a strong smell. It gave me a head ache. I pulled hard on the metal chain that dangled from the ceiling. The smell of the attic wafted down to me and I pulled the ladder down slowly. The hot moisture leaked down, dripped on me. My mother and I had gotten into an argument. “That photo album is not meant to be cried over every night, Victoria.” My mother said to me as she sat a glass on the kitchen counter. The setting summer sun cast a glow through the large window behind the sink, turning my mothers light brown hair a striking red. I always admired her messy bun, her smooth features, but in the moment I despised it all. She was right, she always was, but I didn’t care. I wanted to look at my pictures. I needed to read the letter people wrote to me, saying goodbye. I missed my friends. “It’s mine, Mom,” I said to her, eyes welled with tears. “I can do whatever the hell I want with it.” Her eyes were angry for a second, but they softened the longer she stared at me. She understood my pain, and for some reason I resented it. I stormed out of the kitchen and turned down the hallway. I ran up the wooden stairs with my hand on the railing. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. But as I climbed up the ladder, I left my anger behind me. There weren’t very many boxes of ours because we didn’t really have much, so what I was looking for was not hard to find. There it sat on a box labeled Tori, in my mothers hand writing. The album was large and hard to pick up; all the memories weighed it down. It was dark purple, intricately designed with lilacs and reds. I remember when I bought it. I was thirteen years old and spent my whole sixty dollars on it at an arts and crafts store in California when I went to visit my father for the summer. My mother was furious that he let me waste my money, but I think he was trying to teach me the importance of a dollar. I held the album tightly to my chest as I neared the ladder, head throbbing by now. That’s when I saw the dead mouse. I sat my album on the ground and bent down next to the creature. IT was lying on its side, eyes closed, as if it were sleeping. Its chest did not rise and fall, though. Its fragile body had been lifeless for a while. When I got to the kitchen for some paper towels, I told my mother about the mouse. “Maybe we should give it a proper burial,” she suggested. I nodded in agreement. “That’d be nice,” I said, heading back upstairs. When I got back in the attic I wrapped the mouse’s hard body in the soft paper towels my mother bought. I stood up carefully with the mouse, and that’s when the wooden box caught my eye. It looked to my like maybe an old jewelry box of some kind. I picked it up, intrigued. I hoped something was inside of it, eager to unhinge a piece of the past from its dusty grave. Inside there were papers, probably letters. All of them were wrinkled and darker with age. They were tied together perfectly by a scarlet ribbon. I wouldn’t have touched it, but I saw two letters escape from beneath the ribbon. IA. With a careful hand I moved the ribbon. My heart thumped in my chest before I could even think. There in perfect cursive was my name. Victoria. (The format is all weird, it's not really like that. So just ignore that. Haha. What do you think?) more

Resolved Question: Helpful Tips that really work!!

PEANUT BUTTER To get gum out of a carpet, scrape up what you can, using an ice cub to stiffen it if necessary. Then rub a small glob of peanut butter into the fibers, and wipe up the whole mess with a cloth. To get rid of any left-behind PB, just dab it up with a mixture of 1 tsp of dishwashing liquid in 1 cup of lukewarm water. (Thanks to DIY Life for the tip!) PEPPER Everyone knows Clorox's catchy ditty about keeping clothes bright, but all you need is pepper. Add a teaspoon of pepper to the wash before you add in your clothes and it will keep the colors from fading. WHITE VINEGAR Deodorant stains can ruin a perfectly good shirt. Save your whites by spraying white vinegar (no need to mix with water) onto the underarm areas. Then you can wash per usual. SUGAR At your next BBQ don't spend money on anti-pest candles that never work. Simmer 2 cups of milk, a 1/4 pound of sugar and 2 oz. of ground black pepper for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Pour the mixture into bowls and put them where the flies will be attracted to them and then drown. You can also place around the house. No more buzzzzzing at the windows. SODA Next time your drain is clogged and you don't have time to run to the store for some Drain-O just look in your fridge! A 2-liter bottle of soda will do the trick. Just pour it down to clobber the clog. SHORTENING For a natural solution to diaper rash, try coating the area with a thin layer of shortening. It will act as a moisturizer. SALT Grease stains can be a huge pain when it comes to doing laundry. Before you wash, work a generous amount of table salt into the stain and then launder as usual. POTATOES Too much to drink last night and now you have puffy eyes? Apply a thin slice of cold potato to your eyes and leave on for five minutes. Then splash with cool water, put on your makeup (or just some moisturizer -- this means you, too, guys!) and head to work! ORANGES Don't you hate it when you have to start a fire and little bits of newspaper are flying everywhere? Next time, air-dry orange peels, which contain flammable oils that burn longer, and use those instead of the paper. The delicious smell is a bonus. OLIVE OIL Does it seem like nothing is working for your bad skin? Use 4 tablespoons of salt and 3 tablespoons of olive oil to create a paste. Leave it on your face for 2 minutes and rinse with warm water. Then wash your face as normal. Use every day for a week and then cut back to 3 days a week and you should notice an improvement. MUSTARD It may make you smell like a hot dog, but rubbing a thin layer of mustard over your chest and covering with a hot towel can relieve a stuffy head and chest. MILK Oh no! You forgot to put the cap on your pen and now there is ink seeping into your shirt. No worries -- just grab some milk and soak the area. Depending on the type of ink, this process can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 24 hours. Patience is a virtue. MAYONNAISE It's one thing when your child draws on the wall with crayons, it's quite another when it comes to your wood furniture. Rub some mayonnaise on the crayon mark and let it soak for ten minutes. Then take a damp cloth and wipeaway the mayo AND the crayon! LEMONS Dandruff can be an embarrassing health problem, but the special shampoo often smells yucky. Try massaging 2 tablespoons of lemon juice into your scalp and rinsing with warm water. Follow with a leave-in rinse of 1 teaspoon lemonjuice in 1 cup of warm water. Use this daily until your scalp is healed. FLOUR You have an ant problem but are worried about the poisonous ant traps around your pets. Just sprinkle flour wherever you see ants entering the house and along the pantry shelves, since they are most likely after your food. EGGS No time to hit the salon before your big event? Get your hair super shiny and conditioned with eggs! Take two beaten egg yolks and massage into hair. Start at the scalp and work in small sections. Then gather all of the hair in a shower cap, wrap in a warm towel and wait 30 minutes (you could cook the kids' dinner). Rinse with cool water and shampoo as usual. CORN STARCH Your child just learned how to tie their shoes and the knots are impossible to undo. Stay calm and sprinkle a little cornstarch on the laces to help you work out the knot. CLUB SODA There's no more worrying about drinking red wine on white carpet. Soak up as much wine as possible and then pour club soda over the area, making sure to blot and not rub. Repeat the process until the wine is no longer visible. You can also do the same for urine stains. CASTOR OIL While most of us associate castor oil with constipation or childbirth, did you know it can also help get rid of pesky moles in your yard? Just mix a 1/2 cup of castor oil with two gallons of water and pour the mixture down the mole(s) hole(s). Don't worry, the solution is animal friendly and they will likely relocate. BUTTER A jewelry box can help you organize, but sometimes those thin-chained necklaces just want to get tangled and you can't stop them! Rub some butter into the knot and lay on a flat surface. Then take a sewing needle to untangle. When finished just run under hot water to rinse off the butter. BREAD Next time you drop a wine glass or break a plate, grab a slice of bread to help you clean up. After you pick up the larger pieces, press the bread over the area and it will pick up all the itty bitty pieces you can't see. Bread can also help clean fingerprints off walls and wallpaper. Just rub and voila! BANANAS Before you throw your banana peel in the compost pile, remove any stringy pulp and use the peel as a buffer. This works with silverware as well as leather shoes and leather furniture. Just rub the peel over the object and buffwith a soft cloth. Be sure to test a small section of your furniture first! APPLES Sick of waiting for your green tomatoes to ripen on the windowsill? Stick up to five tomatoes in a brown paper bag with a ripe apple and seal for a few days. This will speed up the ripening process. May sound wierd but it does really work! more

Resolved Question: Do metal/wood go together?

We are considering moving to a new house where I will have a smaller room. To save space, I am thinking of getting a loft bed so I can place a desk underneath it. My parents will let me have 1000 dollars to do my room. We have been on IKEA and have found a lot of furniture that could go in my new room for less than 1000. But there is a problem... to make the 1000 dollars work I would need to get a metal loft bed. I like how the metal ones look... more modern. I would probably end up getting a metal dresser and desk also. But my grandfather gave me a beautiful, handmade , DARK WOODEN jewelry chest for my birthday, which I would never sell or give away. And the floor would be hardwood and so would the molding/door. So my question is- If I got metal (black) furniture for my room, would it clash with my dark wooden jewelry chest, dark wood floor, and the molding/door? I want to stay in my budget, and nice wooden loft beds w/ desks are over 1000 dollars. more

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Resolved Question: What furniture company makes chests w/built in tie racks and mirrors and jewelry compartments?

What furniture sells solid wood furniture? Particularly chests of drawers (not dressers) that have a built in tie rack and mirror (hidden by doors on either side of the chest of drawers) with a jewelry compartment in top? I'm looking for a brand name or manufacturer name. Thanks. more

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