Old World Dining Furniture

I have this huge room which has the pool table in it. I put a top on it and put some heavy dark wood old furniture ( Ball & Claw ) into this area. I have a feature wall in terracotta with red and yellow copper plates hanging.The other walls will be filled with portraits and paintings. I am trying to create an old world dining room look. Now I need to name it. 10 points for the best idea.

Perhaps you could name all the rooms in your house, pick a theme and name them all in accordance. For example if you went with rivers you could have: Mississippi, Missouri, St. Lawrence, St. Johns, Tennessee, Nile, Amazon, Rio Grande, Danube, Volga, Rhine, Seine, Rhone, Ohio, Colorado, etc.
Or perhaps after one of the nine muses
Calliope
Clio
Erato
Euterpe
Melpomene
Polyhymnia
Terpsichore
Thalia
Urania

or if you're only after a name for that room in particular perhaps you could name it after the style that is most prevalent, baroque, rococo, jacobean, queen anne, georgian (sounds like your furniture).

Good luck :)

2010-03-01 21:34:04 by Big D.

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I want ideas on how to create an old world inn dining room . I have dark imbuia ball & claw furniture. How do I create the feel of musicians of old etc. Please help.

We'll answer this question as our own dining room (since we are the Old World Inn, in Napa Valley, CA).

Our dining room has a table made out of 100+ year old "riddler's racks", made from French oak. These are the actual racks that Domaine Chandon Napa used to "riddle" their sparkling wine for decades, before they switched to automated riddling machines. The racks are covered with lightly smoked glass, which really brings out the grain of the old oak. Our guests love it!

We also have a table with a hand-hewn top (another "old world" touch).

Our walls are indeed, a deep shade of burgundy. We spent weeks putting up color on the walls to get just the right shade (burgundy can be so tacky-- but if the shade is right, it's breathtaking).

Above the red walls is a sea foam green, with hand painted words that read "Search for happiness and you may never find it. But help others to find it and you will be truly happy".

We feel these words sum up innkeeping very well. They were painted on 30 years ago, by the first innkeepers to run this inn.

Our only suggestion for musical instruments would be to keep them old (ie, medieval). Look at instruments from this period-- lutes, flutes, etc. Or, if you want things a bit more updated, consider dulcimer, a guitar, and a violin (w/bow). Buy real ones from a used instrument store-- they will not be expensive, and will look so much more "real" than the fakey stuff you see in home stores! Use posts to mount them on the wall (the instrument sits/balances on top of the post).

Hope this helps!

-The Innkeepers
Napa Old World Inn

2010-02-19 10:40:12 by Big D.

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When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor's window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

Growing old and gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't
be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told
you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.


And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder.
I know not all kids are like this, but I am seeing alot of posts saying how annoying thier mom is, and I am hoping they read this and it wakes them up.
I lost my mom April 10th,she was my best friend and I never treated her like this,but it made me cry,I was also the one who found her,wish I could hug her again.
I did not write this ,its a poem I found on line.
I'm 40 so I diden't get a chance to go to even 50.

LOL... my age is 47 and as a mother a few times around your writtings are dead ON! It does happen like this and parenting is a sacrifice. All that you describe does happen at some point in just about each age group but it is not an every day occurance. Some of it is amusing and picture worthy priceless. Its hard to tell which person is or should be hurting in this very descriptive analogy. I dont think either, its what parenting and being a child is all about. It reminds us of just how important of a role we play in each others lives and to hopefully make us aware and remember to take the time to say Thanks and I love You.

2009-01-27 05:22:00 by northstar

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When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor's window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

Growing old and gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't
be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told
you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.


And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder.
I know not all kids are like this, but I am seeing alot of posts saying how annoying thier mom is, and I am hoping they read this and it wakes them up.
I lost my mom April 10th,she was my best friend and I never treated her like this,but it made me cry,I was also the one who found her,wish I could hug her again.
I did not write this , I found it on line serching for a poem for the funeral,I'm 40,never got a chance to be 50 with her,
and she was only 62.

Wow thats really deep and sad!

Im depressed now :'(

I feel greatful to my mother!

2009-01-27 05:19:51 by northstar

It's describing the lead characters house, she's showing a stranger around. Any thoughts or suggested improvements welcome, would like to know if it makes sense and if you get a clear enough picture of the house. I can see it quite vividly in my mind, but don't know if I'm describing it that well. I know there'll probably be some typos (they seem to be more obvious once I post bits on here).

After breakfast I take Nick on a tour of the house. Most of the rooms are closed off, to save on bills, so we rush through a billiards room with no billiard table, a dining room with no dining table, an empty drawing room and deserted conservatory. The rooms are cold and lifeless, containing only dust and a few abandoned pieces of furniture; although you can tell the rooms were once grand and richly furnished. They have the air of rooms that have never been lived in and loved.

It would surprise people to learn that most of the house isn’t that old. My family have owned the land for generations, originally living in the castle on the hill. That was destroyed, hundreds of years ago, and all that remains is the old tower. Many years later my ancestors claimed the old chapel and priest house, knocking part of it down and rebuilding it into a much more substantial residence. This was added to and expanded over the years, until it burned down towards the end of the nineteenth century. My great grandfather built this house, onto what remained of the old chapel. He finished just in time for the First World War to take away all the staff needed to run it. He’d planned to use it as a holiday home in the summer and a hunting lodge in the autumn. However, he lost all his money sometime between the two world wars. I think he would have sold it, but there’s some kind of covenant on the land, preventing its sale. I can’t say I really understand the legal tangle my family have wound around themselves over the years.

No one lived here for a long time, until my father was a boy and my grandfather started to use it as a holiday home. My father had many fond memories of long summers spent here. We were lucky to have this place to run to.

I try to explain some of this history to Nick as we make our way upstairs, but I think I may just be babbling and repeating myself. Bypassing the bedrooms, we go to the very oldest part of the house, the library. My favourite place in the world. The library.

It’s a long, low-ceilinged room, with many small, arched windows spaced along its walls. Books everywhere, piled on the floor and jostling together on the shelves, calling to me like so many old friends. Until now, Nick has looked at everything with a dull and lifeless gaze. Now, he seems to perk up, a flicker of enthusiasm in his eyes which I see him try hard to extinguish. He goes to my father’s desk, still as cluttered as the day he left it. Nick picks up a book, another copy of the book currently on my own nightstand. He runs a finger across the embossed name and title on the spine.
The extract breaks off just before the dialogue starts.
The nightstand is in the bedroom. Nick picks a book off the desk, which is the same as one Isabel has in her bedroom (her father wrote the book, so they have a few copies)

Good description of the house but it seems like it is rambling alittle bit.
Is their any Dialogue between you and nick? The story sounds like it is being told in the first person. Let me ask there is a nightstand in the library?

2009-10-11 09:24:57 by katy c