#antique crock

[simpfordemetri]

This is an idiotic idea because it is unlikely but only in a certain case, the guards are on a mission and everyone else in the castle is being fed in the throne room, a small band of thieves enter the castle thinking there are only expensive antiques to steal and enter the first room, the reader's room, after stuffing some belongings in their bag and leaving the reader a little badly hurt, they open the door to leave and come face to face with the guard arriving from the mission.

Someone hurts their mate-Volturi Guards

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ALEC

Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise?

The thief is immediately out of all his senses and taken to the torture room ,because i do believe the Volturi have one

Alec will take his time making sure you are okay and cleaning your injuries,handing you water and your favorite snacks

You are now left with Jane who is taken care of you while Alec do some errands

Which are torturing him so slowly until his body gives up and die

JANE

The thief is regretting his whole life as soon as he sees Jane ,he literally fell on his knees and beg for mercy

Jane is too consumed by anger that she has no time for even catch a glance with you,she is just using her gift for long minutes until his organs literally explode inside him

Making some lower guard take care of the dead body,she is now taking you into the bath to clean you,however her anxiety at the thought of loosing you is so high that she just shut down and probably doesn’t talk for days

DEMETRI

He knew as soon as he entered the Castle ,breaking the door anew entering the room he grabbed the thief neck with that much strength it literally crashed

He just embrace you in his arms whispering nonsenses words and his eyes are full of tears

Once he cures your scratches he cuddles you tightly on bed

His face in the crock of your neck as he needs to sniff your scent all the time to remember himself you are there with him and everything is fine

FELIX

Thief is scared ,you are scared for the thief life and even The Kings are scared cause oh my god

He literally breaks all his bones and everything is covered by blood ,he has to take you to other different room

But he will be as gentle as always when taking care of you

But forget being left alono in the castle any other time ,you are going with him WHEREVER he goes

HEIDI

Her usual charismatic personality disappears in the matter of seconds ,if even scary

She turns numb and she demands someone to take you out and far away of the room

And even if you don’t think so,she can be really cruel so this doesn’t end up good for the thief

But as soon as she sees you she runs to you and almost suffocate you with hugs,kisses and wandering hands who tries to find some scratches

[mrepstein]

The Flat That Epstein Bought - Liverpool Echo - July 11, 1964

HOME - with the man behind the Beatles, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Cilla Black, Billy J. Kramer, etc, etc.

Reported by Barbara Anne Taylor

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I don’t want to brag or cause any jealousy, but I used to queue for the Saturday matinee at a cinema that was next to a furniture shop that was called Epstein and Son and that Epstein’s other son manages the Beatles.

And that is as exciting as dancing with a man who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales.

The other son is Brian, who has in his time pursued many careers until he found his present crock of gold. He did originally embark, with no lack of enthusiasm, on a career in his family’s furniture business.

CRAFTY CHERUB

“I was 21 at the time,” said Mr. Epstein, who looks like a sharp-clothed, crafty cherub, “and extremely interested in design and interior decorating - still am. I served,” he added stoically, “my apprenticeship with the Times Furnishing Company in Liverpool.

“I was fanatically keen on what I regarded as contemporary at the time. I felt quite a missionary zeal about it, so I wasn’t fired with enthusiasm about the furniture in my father’s shop. It all looked to me like greasy great walnut bedroom suites.

“I was full of notions about the customers really wanting the sort of furniture I wanted them to have. I overlooked the fact that my father is a successful business man because he knows what his customers want. However, I persuaded him to stock some of the furniture of my choice.”

When I asked Mr. Epstein if his chosen furniture sold, he received the question a trifle incredulously: “I saw to it,” he said stonily, “that it did” - and having subsequently witnessed something of his adroitness as a salesman, who can fail to believe him?

Mr. Epstein is clever at picking people; he picked his parents very wisely, for his indulgent father then set him up in his own furniture shop in Hoylake.

He was able to revel in the furniture of his choice and provide an interior decorating service to boot. “It was the interior decorating side I enjoyed most, I had lots of ideas and I love experimenting with colour.”

When I asked Mr. Epstein if he was able to submit his clients to his ideas he replied: “The customer is always right.”

Mr. Epstein inhabits the top floor and the roof, where he has potted plants and wrought iron furniture, and swinging chintz hammocks and a splendid view.

He has two bedrooms and a study and one large, long combined living and dining room, which is decorated in white, grapish green and amber and is inspiringly tidy.

“I can’t bear clutter, I’m obsessive about plainness and simplicity, in fact, this room looks cluttered to me,” he said, eyeing with some distaste this positive precedent for orderliness.

The Buyer of Antiques

“I like buying antiques, although I have no knowledge of them. I don’t care about their period or their history. I just care about their shape. I couldn’t live with only modern furniture now, you grow out of such utter devotion. It’s rather sad really.”

“I find it completely absorbing searching for exactly what I want but there’s really not much choice, is there? I mean, there appears to be a lot but when you get down to it there is really very little.

“And isn’t it sad when finally you’ve found exactly what you want, then you discover that it’s exactly what hundreds of other people want too. It sort of spoils the specialness of it.

“I found it an exciting experience furnishing my first home, it takes a lot of time and thought, because you are imprinting something of yourself there. I think there is something of me in this flat, though it’s not exactly right. I long to have a separate dining room... well, what I really long for is a house.

Knows What He Wants

“I know exactly what I want. I can’t describe it to you, I could perhaps draw it. It is certainly nothing like the castles and follies I keep being offered. It’s a house I’ve had in my head for ages, I’ll know it the moment I see it.

“Till then I’m happy here. I look forward to coming home, that’s the big test, and my friends seem to like it and that’s also important because I love entertaining.

“Yes the Beatles approve - at least they approve of most of the furniture: they were a bit scornful about the antiques. Paul is very fond of the rocking chair, but what they all approved of most was the way I had their photographs framed. Cilla thinks it is all fab.”

[octochan]

Came across a yard sale a couple of blocks away from home - they were cleaning out a huge amount of stuff, mostly tools and hardware. I got this antique fan, Pyrex bowl, miniature crock, jewelers vise, slotted spoon, awl and crowbar for the princely sum of $7! The awl even looks exactly like a prop from one of the Room puzzle games!

I was so excited to disassembe and reassemble, clean the dust, rust and grime off these things I forgot to take 'before' photos.

There were also four boxes of vintage blue tiles with flowers that they were just going to throw away that I almost took with me but I had to talk myself out of it.

[eyesearchedandfound]

Shoulder Jug

Salt-glaze pottery is typically stoneware featuring a glossy, translucent glaze with a slightly orange-peel texture. This effect is achieved by throwing common salt into the kiln during the high-temperature phase of firing.

These shoulder jugs were specifically designed to allow a matching butter crock to sit upside down on top of them for convenient storage.

Measures 11" tall by 7" wide

Watch this video from Larry's Antiques where he explains the benefits of the shoulder jug. https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=1486685995046920

[wildbeautifuldamned]

STUNNING Antique Salt Glazed Stoneware HARRINGTON J. BURGER LYONS NY Crock ebay AMERICAN STONEWARE COLLECTORS

19th Century Blue Decorated Stoneware 2 Gallon Jug New York ebay mkmvi65

19th Century 1 Gallon New York Stoneware Storage Jar Great Flower Blue ebay mkmvi65

[madlyfluffy]

Not sure if it's still there, but last time I checked there was this Revigator water jar (crock?) for sale at a local antique store. I'd love to own it as part of my collection but I'm concerned about the level of radium and other toxic materials inside. I also don't have a glass case or anything to display it in, but the jar comes with a lid so that might help contain possible radium dust? Last image is what it looks like on the inside. Piece is from the 1920s/1930s.

Any radium experts out there? Thoughts???

[balgazr]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Antique Stone Crock Upcycled SunFlower Vase Farmhouse Jug Fall Floral DIY Rustic.

[wandaswords]

My Shepherd

Psalm 23:1-3 The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. I have had a busy week antiquing, which I love and am very passionate about, but moving cupboards and crocks can be exhausting. It always brings me back to the 23rd Psalm where God…

[karinwullfrodt]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Crock Pitcher With Lid Pottery Quaker Jug Antique kettle boho.

[mycountrycottage]

There’s just something about an antique crock with antique rolling pins tucked inside that makes my heart happy!!

[avacapriglione]

Virtual Sketchbook 2

JOURNALING

WRITING AND LOOKING

Chapter 4, pg. 14/21, Figure 4.18

Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen, Shuttlecocks (1 of 4)

These artists have included a series of ingredients or principles of design into this piece of artwork. First I noticed the use of scale and proportion. The artists used 5000 pound shuttlecocks to demonstrate mocking and humorous tone. Implied lines and balance are noticeable within the columns of the gray building in the background. The focal point obviously is the extravagant shuttlecock which is another important composition of design. Again the artists uses emphasis on this huge shuttlecock to draw the viewers attention.

CONNECTING ART TO YOUR WORLD

Color has affected my life through my constant change in hair. I tend to get bored of my hair color or style quickly. My favorite colors I have done have been purple and red. When it comes to purple I like a pastel and calm appearing tone. There has been a differentiating value of purples in my hair unlike the red. The red color I had was much more saturated than purple. It is bright and consistent in value throughout. I tend to stick to warmer hues like purple and red. If i had a color scheme for my life it would be all warm tones of a beautiful Florida summer sunset.

ARTIST'S CHOICE

Although this painting may appear negative, it is a brutally honest representation of how it feels to have anxiety. I used acrylic paint and medium sized canvas.

PHOTO/DESIGN

Portrait

This portrait is of woman wearing a tightly coiled blend of flowers on her head representing the righteous pride of being an African American woman. The specific name of the woman is not mentioned. It was taken by Akilah Townsend in Chicago, Illinois. Townsend feels that African American woman with non-European features are not celebrated enough.

Landscape

This photo was taken in Iceland of Kurkjufell Mountain by Lurie Belegurschi. I love the depth that is created using a stacking technique of similar shaped objects to create dimension.

Still Life

This still life portrait was taken by Emine Basa. She is incorporating some artisan bread, a pear, fresh garlic, an onion, a wooden spoon, a crock and a homemade clay goblet. She included this material because Basa has been collecting antiques, wood objects, and dried fruits. The artist does a wonderful job dramatizing and cultivating everyday ordinary objects with extraordinary attention to detail in regards to contrast in light. I love the real life steam coming out of the crock. 

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[karenlacorte]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Antique Salt Glazed Crock.

[alisonthebunny]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Porcelain & Pottery Antiques. Vintage Handmade Stoneware Butter Crock.

[ushijima-stits]

000|boy next door       

Name last name was born and raised in the small town of ooo by her parents; both doctors who work at the same hospital with her father on the morning shifts and her mother with the nights, they made sure their only daughter and child had a parental figure present in her life. Growing up in a small town meant she knew all the neighbourhood kids and all the other kids in the other neighbourhoods. It meant knowing the layout like the back her own hand, she knew which stores had the best antiques, the good liquor shops, the cool hangout spots for teens and children alike, the lowkey drug dealers and druggies and their meeting points, how to contact them. She knew the old crocked willow tree who’s trunk was a twisted heart in the centre of the amusement park turned junkyard where all the couples went to tie a ribbon of their choice to its leafless branches. She liked going there on windy days to watch the colourful strips dance in the air currents. It meant knowing the houses that give the king size candy bars on Halloween. It meant everybody knew everyone and no one was a stranger.

So understandably name was confused to see a moving van parked in front of the house next to hers when she looked out the window in her bedroom on a cool afternoon. Name didn’t recall any of her neighbours moving out, come to think of it she doesn’t remember anyone living in that house. Name couldn’t help the intrigue. It was the summer before high school, everybody already knows one another from grade school, cliques have been formed along with the tight bond that comes with knowing someone all your life, it would be undeniably hard for them to find where they fit in; name could imagine. At least they’ll have the entire summer to figure it out and make friends, not that it’ll take that long, the people of ooo are known for their friendly nature and welcoming aura.

Name had met them that night when they arrived at their doorstep with what she assumed was a peace declaration in the form of ‘bacon pancakes’, they called it, if she remembers correctly. Her father was busy in the kitchen with dinner, leaving name the responsibility of answering the door. Immediately she swung the door open she was momentarily blinded by one of their high wattage smiles. The hair colour haired girl had to blink a few times while they introduced themselves and hope she didn’t come off as rude. Of course she introduced herself and with the door closed behind her, she made small talk with her new neighbours; the twins; jermaine and jake and their little brother finn- the one who smiled- who was only a year younger, in the chill of the night.

Name had been smitten at first sight by his wonderful smile and aura of good humour, not that his brothers didn’t radiate that kind of energy. If you asked name they all looked like triplets with their blonde locks and big eyes with that said there are some noticeable differences in character, for example; jermaine is calmer and sager than the rest while although finn and jake share a sporadic nature finn got it in the heavier doses and jake seemed wiser and more grown up at times during conversation.

Taking the stack of pancakes- name learnt was something their mother made them do whenever they move, which implied that they move quite a bit- they said their goodbye’s and by the time name shut the door, she subconsciously hoped their stay here would be permanent and she’d come to the realisation. She had a crush on finn.

They had the bacon pancakes as dessert, who knew buttermilk pancakes layered with bacon butter cream would be delicious? After saving some for her mother and helping wash up, name went to bed with a mental note to properly say hello the next day.

But she always procrastinated; it’s not like she had anything better to do and seeing finn again should have been motivation enough but she just kept putting it off until the next day. Eventually he made acquaintances, formed a group of his own, as she suspected, he fitted in nicely with the rest of the jocks. She became so busy with her friends that it felt like there wasn’t time to even think about seeing him.

So she gave up the thought all together. Then she found out a window in her bedroom is directly opposite his. It became a subconscious habit to peer into his room from time to time; wondering what he’s up too. There were nights when he’d close the curtains but keep the lights on while name watched his silhouettes on the curtains mimic his actions. Other times would be in the reverse and there were seldom mornings when he’d be passing by and notice your form in the window, he’d stop to smile and wave, hoping you’d return the action but you never did, paralyzed by embarrassment, all you did was look away. 

A year passed and nothing changed and that’s when name knew that she was in trouble. She’s had crushes before, none of which lasted more than a month but this was different, a year and counting isn’t something to laugh at. She’s so infatuated with a male whom she’s never once held a decent conversation alone with not even at the neighbourhood cookouts or holiday parties or at school or after big game and everyone’s patting his back. She’s simply too nervous to do anything but watch from the sidelines.

Name doesn’t understand what’s so special about him. Of course there was the thing that started everything, his delightful grin and the things she’s come to notice over the months; his boyish good looks with long blonde locks that looked better kept than his brothers’, she enjoyed watching him play basketball- she noticed was his favourite sport though he did play others- seeing drenched in sweat is a sight to behold, his shirt would cling to his body, outlining his lean muscular form. Name quite liked his wardrobe too, it was as if he had a colour scheme; cool colours such as blues, blacks and greens complemented by a touch of white he got from the backwards caps or beanies he’s seen wearing really ties the whole teenage heartthrob vibe. Maybe it was how he could blend in with the crowd and still be the centre of attention, maybe it was all of those things and at the same time none of those things but whatever it was it certainly drew her in.

Looking back in it she sounds awfully shallow which is far from the point. There was something about him as warm and inviting as his smile that pulled you in. The hair colour haired female was determined to find out, she’d write a list if needs be, in fact she made it a new year’s resolution to get closer to him. So one must understand why she lost her shit when iridella told her she’d be tutoring finn after Christmas break.