#pewter candlestick

[heritagecollectibles]

2 Weighted Pewter Candlesticks with 2 Small Stainless (?) Cups. (Price is for all.)

2 Weighted Pewter Candlesticks with 2 Small Stainless (?) Cups. (Price is for all.)

[vintagehomecollection]

The French Touch: Decoration and Design in the Most Beautiful Homes in France, 1988

[indigokashmir]

Salvation in Louisiana

By the banks of Bayou Chenal, in a parish adjacent to Baton Rouge, a couple care for a unique homage to the Acadian and Creole lifestyles. Along a meandering Louisiana roadway, beyond a pathway of slender oak trees and past an age-old split-cypress fence, flourishes a garden.

Free range life

A punkah ceiling fan in the kitchen building of Maison Chenal wards off the flies.

The dovecote

A carved wardrobe and a tall Canadian buffet grace the space, adorned with baskets skillfully crafted by Native Americans in Louisiana and French pewter candlesticks.

French-style parterre garden 

Photos via Garden & Gun. Photography by William Abranowicz.

[ghostlyviolets33]

room decor from ikea?

Violet Harmon-inspired room decor from IKEA:

I found a lot of stuff for this post, so it will be organized into a few categories: wall decor, lighting, smaller decor, and then a couple extra items.

Wall Decoration:

1: "LEVLA Wall Organizer in Dark Brown"

2: "FLÖNSA Memo Board with Pins"

3: "GULDHÖNA Vertical Clothes Hanger in Black"

4: "TOFTBYN Mirror in Black"

Lighting:

1: "ANKARSPEL Work Lamp with Pewter Effect"

2: "ÅRSTID Table Lamp in Brass/White"

Smaller Decorations:

1: "LUGNARE Scented Candle in Ceramic Jar in Jasmine Pink"

2: "FULLTALIG Candlestick, Set of 3 in Black"

3: "SANELA Cushion Cover in Olive-Green"

4: "HORNMAL Throw in Green/Yellow"

5: "SNIDAD Rattan Basket"

6: "SPRIDARE Jewelry Stand in Bronze"

She might fill these domes/jars with babydoll limbs, or any other knick-knacks:

1: "SKÖNJA Glass Some with Base in Black"

2: "HÄRLIGA Glass Dome with Base in Wood"

Thanks for asking! It was a little bit of a challenge to find Violet-esque decor because IKEA sells more modern stuff, and her style is more rustic, industrial, and bohemian. I apologize for taking a couple days to post this, but I hope this was useful!

[princesspiratecat]

Decisions, Decisions....

So, I’m finally painting my dining room and am conflicted about colors. I’m obviously not going to paint over this gorgeous wood, as one of the previous owners spent weeks stripping it. 

I also cannot decide what to do with my mantel! I have some pretty pewter, but also some lovely paintings, prints and pottery. After looking at some of these lovely images from A Primitive Place magazine, I’m even more conflicted because they look so amazing! I do plan to buying a nice crane and maybe adding some fireplace cooking tools so I can finally make mac and cheese as it as originally made! 

What do you guys think? Here are some inspirational ideas: 

I really really love 2 & 3 the most. I have hanging herbs in my kitchen, so I don’t think I will go that route. But I love the handmade candles hanging there along with the tools. I’ve decided to going with some pewter candlesticks on the mantel as well..but I can’t decide if I should keep it simple or make it more pretty. 

[lesmiserablesabridged]

Condemned

Narrator: Jean Valjean is lying there in the dark, thinking bad thoughts.

Valjean: Fuck law, fuck society...fuck the King, even.

Narrator: You've summoned him...keep away! Activate the 'fire stick' protocol!

Sandor Clegane: *randomly appears* Fuck the King!

Narrator: *waves a fire stick in his face*

Sandor Clegane: Eek! *abruptly vanishes*

Valjean: Society must be punished, and I'll start by taking that guy's cutlery.

Narrator: He marches into the room where cutlery is held and nabs it without anyone hearing him, then books it out of there, but is caught by two policemen who were just there for whatever reason.

Valjean: Oh come on...

Policemen: You're under arrest. We'll be taking you to the guy you stole from rather than the commissary because the plot requires so.

Valjean: *panicking* I didn't steal that, he gave it to me!

Policemen: That's a good one. There is no way it is true.

Myriel: It is true. Though you forgot these, good sir. *brings out the silver candlesticks*

Policemen: Wut?

Valjean: Wot?

Myriel: I agreed to give you that stuff if you agreed to use it to turn your life around and live a honest life, remember? Now go, and don't forget to keep your promise!

Valjean: *leaves with all the stuff, blinking periodically* Why was he so nice? My brain is suffering from kindness overload. I need to reboot it.

Narrator: All of this took place during the night, but in the morning...

Magloire: Where are our cutlery and candlesticks?

Myriel: I gave them away to the poor, as it was meant to be. They were never ours to keep.

Magloire: But what will we use for eating?

Myriel: Pewter dishes?

Magloire: Pewter is poisonous.

Myriel: Wooden dishes, then.

Magloire: *exasperated* Right...

Narrator: Meanwhile...

Little boy: I earned this coin after days of hard work! It's mine! I am throwing it up and catching it as it comes down! Oh, look, I missed, and now it's gone!

Narrator: It disappears under Valjean's foot.

Little boy: Um, would you give me that coin, sir? It's mine.

Narrator: Valjean's brain is still in the process of rebooting, and so he responds rudely, and the little boy runs away in tears. Once his brain is rebooted, he sees the coin and tries to find the boy so he can give it back, but the boy is nowhere to be found.

Valjean: I guess I will just use my coin to do what that bishop asked of me. A good, honest life needs to start somewhere. I'll also sell this cutlery, but I'll keep the candlesticks for sentimental reasons. Oh, and this needs to go. *cheerfully rips his yellow ticket and tosses the pieces*

[bobcatmoran]

Chapter 1.2.12 of Les Mis is entitled, in Hapgood's translation, "The Bishop Works" (FMA and Denny both have "The Bishop At Work," which makes more sense, but my Japanese Brick has 司教は働く, which is more "The Bishop Works," so I dunno).

Again, I don't think any Les Mis adaptation ever has left this scene out, though sadly, most do leave out Myriel being an absolute sassbucket. I'm never going to be over the whole, "Where's the basket for the silver?" "I have it right here." "But where's the silver?!" "Dunno."

My Japanese Brick does a fun bit where, when Magloire asks if he knows where the basket is, Myriel says, 「知っているよ」 (Shitteiru yo - "I know.") But when she asks where the silver is, he says, 「知らない」, (Shiranai - "I don't know," using the negative form of the verb he used to say he knows where the basket is). Japanese has at least a few different ways that could've been phrased, so this kind of keeps in a bit of extra humor.

The Japanese Brick also, since Japanese is a language that has politeness levels built into things like verb endings, does a much better job than Hapgood's "thou art released, dost thou not understand" in conveying Myriel (I presume) using "vous" with Valjean while the gendarmes are using "tu" with him.

In Japanese, Myriel is pointedly using polite form while talking to Valjean, while the line Hapgood chose to translate as though the gendarme was a Shakespearean character ends with, わからんのか？, which is very casual-sounding.

Arai unfortunately doesn't keep in this bit of dialogue, but he does keep in Magloire being outraged on Myriel and Baptistine's behalf about the theft of the silver and the whole, "Well, we'll use pewter...or iron....or how about wood" conversation.

He also has Valjean imagining that Myriel's outstretched arms of welcome are only welcoming him to the guillotine.

But then...

(Myriel is asking here why Valjean — using the relatively polite "anata" pronoun for him again! — didn't take the candlesticks when he left last night)

For the record, if you're following along in the English translation of Arai's manga, this chapter is pages 198-217

[lesmislettersdaily]

The Bishop Works

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 2: The Fall; Chapter 12: The Bishop Works

The next morning at sunrise Monseigneur Bienvenu was strolling in his garden. Madame Magloire ran up to him in utter consternation.

“Monseigneur, Monseigneur!” she exclaimed, “does your Grace know where the basket of silver is?”

“Yes,” replied the Bishop.

“Jesus the Lord be blessed!” she resumed; “I did not know what had become of it.”

The Bishop had just picked up the basket in a flower-bed. He presented it to Madame Magloire.

“Here it is.”

“Well!” said she. “Nothing in it! And the silver?”

“Ah,” returned the Bishop, “so it is the silver which troubles you? I don’t know where it is.”

“Great, good God! It is stolen! That man who was here last night has stolen it.”

In a twinkling, with all the vivacity of an alert old woman, Madame Magloire had rushed to the oratory, entered the alcove, and returned to the Bishop. The Bishop had just bent down, and was sighing as he examined a plant of cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken as it fell across the bed. He rose up at Madame Magloire’s cry.

“Monseigneur, the man is gone! The silver has been stolen!”

As she uttered this exclamation, her eyes fell upon a corner of the garden, where traces of the wall having been scaled were visible. The coping of the wall had been torn away.

“Stay! yonder is the way he went. He jumped over into Cochefilet Lane. Ah, the abomination! He has stolen our silver!”

The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he raised his grave eyes, and said gently to Madame Magloire:—

“And, in the first place, was that silver ours?”

Madame Magloire was speechless. Another silence ensued; then the Bishop went on:—

“Madame Magloire, I have for a long time detained that silver wrongfully. It belonged to the poor. Who was that man? A poor man, evidently.”

“Alas! Jesus!” returned Madame Magloire. “It is not for my sake, nor for Mademoiselle’s. It makes no difference to us. But it is for the sake of Monseigneur. What is Monseigneur to eat with now?”

The Bishop gazed at her with an air of amazement.

“Ah, come! Are there no such things as pewter forks and spoons?”

Madame Magloire shrugged her shoulders.

“Pewter has an odor.”

“Iron forks and spoons, then.”

Madame Magloire made an expressive grimace.

“Iron has a taste.”

“Very well,” said the Bishop; “wooden ones then.”

A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which Jean Valjean had sat on the previous evening. As he ate his breakfast, Monseigneur Bienvenu remarked gayly to his sister, who said nothing, and to Madame Magloire, who was grumbling under her breath, that one really does not need either fork or spoon, even of wood, in order to dip a bit of bread in a cup of milk.

“A pretty idea, truly,” said Madame Magloire to herself, as she went and came, “to take in a man like that! and to lodge him close to one’s self! And how fortunate that he did nothing but steal! Ah, mon Dieu! it makes one shudder to think of it!”

As the brother and sister were about to rise from the table, there came a knock at the door.

“Come in,” said the Bishop.

The door opened. A singular and violent group made its appearance on the threshold. Three men were holding a fourth man by the collar. The three men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean.

A brigadier of gendarmes, who seemed to be in command of the group, was standing near the door. He entered and advanced to the Bishop, making a military salute.

“Monseigneur—” said he.

At this word, Jean Valjean, who was dejected and seemed overwhelmed, raised his head with an air of stupefaction.

“Monseigneur!” he murmured. “So he is not the curé?”

“Silence!” said the gendarme. “He is Monseigneur the Bishop.”

In the meantime, Monseigneur Bienvenu had advanced as quickly as his great age permitted.

“Ah! here you are!” he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. “I am glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and spoons?”

Jean Valjean opened his eyes wide, and stared at the venerable Bishop with an expression which no human tongue can render any account of.

“Monseigneur,” said the brigadier of gendarmes, “so what this man said is true, then? We came across him. He was walking like a man who is running away. We stopped him to look into the matter. He had this silver—”

“And he told you,” interposed the Bishop with a smile, “that it had been given to him by a kind old fellow of a priest with whom he had passed the night? I see how the matter stands. And you have brought him back here? It is a mistake.”

“In that case,” replied the brigadier, “we can let him go?”

“Certainly,” replied the Bishop.

The gendarmes released Jean Valjean, who recoiled.

“Is it true that I am to be released?” he said, in an almost inarticulate voice, and as though he were talking in his sleep.

“Yes, thou art released; dost thou not understand?” said one of the gendarmes.

“My friend,” resumed the Bishop, “before you go, here are your candlesticks. Take them.”

He stepped to the chimney-piece, took the two silver candlesticks, and brought them to Jean Valjean. The two women looked on without uttering a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the Bishop.

Jean Valjean was trembling in every limb. He took the two candlesticks mechanically, and with a bewildered air.

“Now,” said the Bishop, “go in peace. By the way, when you return, my friend, it is not necessary to pass through the garden. You can always enter and depart through the street door. It is never fastened with anything but a latch, either by day or by night.”

Then, turning to the gendarmes:—

“You may retire, gentlemen.”

The gendarmes retired.

Jean Valjean was like a man on the point of fainting.

The Bishop drew near to him, and said in a low voice:—

“Do not forget, never forget, that you have promised to use this money in becoming an honest man.”

Jean Valjean, who had no recollection of ever having promised anything, remained speechless. The Bishop had emphasized the words when he uttered them. He resumed with solemnity:—

“Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I buy from you; I withdraw it from black thoughts and the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God.”

[stickywinnerjudgewagon]

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[giseleharvey]

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[periodoakantiques]

EARLY METALWARE - STOCK NO 1208.

[rohirric-hunter]

LOTRO intro game with Hathellang?

@sweetearthandnorthernsky also suggested this!

Hmm, an intro quest that takes place mostly or entirely in Bree could be an interesting challenge! (Under the cut because this got long lol.)

The player is on an evening walk in Bree-town and they turn into an alley only to happen across a young man half in and half out of a window. The two of you exchange alarmed words, but before anything can come of them you're interrupted by the sound of voices from around the corner. Both of you stop to listen in on this new conversation, which is between Bill Ferny and a mysterious southerner.

The conversation is cryptic but concerning, and you can just about pick up that they're planning on some kind of brigand attack on Bree. It ends with a remark along the lines of, "Remember, no loose ends," and then footsteps coming towards you. The thief points you towards a satchel on the ground, telling you there's a weapon inside and you should arm yourself.

(It's heavily implied that whatever weapon you find inside is whatever he just stole. "This 'silver dagger' seems an awful lot like a table knife to you. Something about the monogrammed handle..." "Eltrys Mugwort doesn't know what this oddly smooth rock is, or where it came from, or what the runes carved on it mean, but it's been in her family for generations." "This shield is clearly decorative. You hope it holds up until you find something a bit more durable." "Fancy club? Or pewter candlestick?")

You have a brief altercation with Bill Ferny and the southerner before they flee, shouting that it won't matter who knows after tonight. The two of you give chase, but lose them in the winding streets.

At this point there's a pause. Maybe the introductory instance ends and releases you into a tutorial version of Bree. There are a few NPCs around and sidequests, but not too many, as the intro takes place at night. Hathellang takes a moment to properly introduce himself and give some general background on Bill Ferny, and expresses concerns regarding some new brigand gangs that have moved into the area from the south. Hopefully this part won't be too talky, since most of what Hathellang actually knows about this goes like, "A (a former Blackwold that he hangs out with sometimes) said that B (a mutual friend current Blackwold) said that C (a Blackwold who's trying to integrate the Blackwolds with the strangers from the north) said that D (a Blackwold strongly opposed to integrating with the strangers from the north) (deceased) said that E (a Blackwold trying to integrate the Blackwolds with the strangers from the south) said that F (one of the strangers from the south trying to get the Blackwolds to join them) (deceased) said that G (Bill Ferny) said that H (nobody knows who this is) (deceased) said that I said something." (I is for Isengard.) I suppose he might be a little more involved in this situation, just to make him a little bit more of a reliable narrator. In any event, he doesn't like what he heard one bit and is absolutely set on finding out what's going on and most likely putting a stop to it.

He sends you on a number of mini missions around Bree to gather information. Places you would visit include Bill Ferny's house, Harry Goatleaf's post by the West Gate, and the Prancing Pony where the Southerner has a room. (Aragorn is here too. He's not directly involved in the quest, but he does have quest comments if you go snooping around in his room.) Hathellang has also ostensibly been following up some leads around town, and you eventually meet up with him by the Boar Fountain to compare notes.

At this point he would probably suggest you go talk to <class_trainer> in the nearby training hall to give you a brief introduction to combat, and then send you on one more mission, down to Beggar's Alley (in a not-so-sublte tribute to the obsolete quest that used to spawn a southern brigand there. And also spawn a southern brigand there randomly when you weren't even on the quest). Hathellang might come along as an ally on this quest, or maybe he'll instruct you to meet him there. Beggar's Alley is crawling with southern brigands, and from talking to the people who actually live there and stealing plans from the brigands you realize that they're planning a huge assault on Bree tonight, hoping to take over, or, failing that, to plunder the bank and auction hall.

Hathellang tells you to run to the town jail, where the guard barracks are, and tell Second-watcher Heathstraw what you just saw. "I'd go myself, but, well, never you mind why not. Oh, and you'd best not let him see you carrying that <class_weapon>. Here, you can use this one if you need to." Mechanic unlocked: quest rewards. (I think it would be really funny if Heathstraw had some extra dialogue if the player ignores Hathellang's advice and keeps the stolen item equipped. Something small, like a, "Now where did you come by that? Never mind, there are more pressing matters to attend to." But it would be funny to have it acknowledged.)

You run to the jail and talk to Heathstraw and he gathers what members of the town guard are awake and ready to fight and follows you back to Beggar's Alley, where Hathellang and some of the townspeople are already having a standoff with a number of the brigands, headed up by that southerner from before. They've stuck quite a large group of them in here through a hole they cut in the hedge, depending on less guard activity in this area to stay under the radar. At the arrival of the guards a full on fight breaks out and you face off against the southerner a la the end of the Before the Shadow intro. Once you've got his health low enough, he flees, heading north through the Oldstone Gate, and you pursue. But as you crest the top of the Oldstone Ruins you're just in time to see him fall, with a cloaked figure standing over him holding a sword. You can approach the figure and speak to him, but he will only say that it sounds as if the town guard has the matter well in hand, and when Hathellang and Heathstraw approach he runs away into the shadows.

Heathstraw assures you that the brigands are just about routed, mostly running back the way they came, and bemoans the fact that you never did find any evidence to tie Bill Ferny to the matter. He believes that he was involved, of course, the whole town knows he's up to no good, but he can't arrest a man based on the whole town knowing he's up to no good. When you ask about the cloaked figure he says it sounds like a Ranger. He didn't know any were in town just now, but they come and go as they please. If you want to know more, he heard there's one put up at the inn in Combe. Then you're spat out into the open world and are given a quest to go speak to Toradan, which will tie you in to the Human intro.

As an NPC Hathellang would probably not leave Bree. You would be able to find him hanging around the Boar Fountain and he might have a handful of quests for you. He also might be involved in the Bree skirms or the In Their Absence questline, but wouldn't travel away from the wider Bree area very much if at all.

[amazonbestdealsusa]

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[boredgamesgracieosborne]

Cluedo

Cluedo is a murder mystery game for 3-6 players. It was designed in 1943 by a British board game designer called Anthony E. Pratt and manufactured by Waddingtons in 1949. It has been updated several times and many different editions made, currently owned and published by the toy company Hasbro.

The object of the game is to find out who murdered the victim, where the crime took place and which weapon was used. Each player assumes the role of one of the suspects and tries to find out the correct answer by moving round the rooms of the mansion and collecting clues about the murder from other players.

The original characters were plastic pawns represented by the colour of their name: Miss Scarlett (red), Colonel Mustard (yellow), Mrs. White (white), Reverend Green (green), Mrs. Peacock (blue) and Professor Plum (purple). The weapons were made of unfinished pewter except the rope which was string. Candlestick, Dagger, Lead piping, Revolver, Rope and Spanner. There were nine rooms which some had secret passageways. The centre room had the envelope which contained the answer to the murder.

I really like this game and I have the Sherlock Holmes version and The Game of Thrones version.

The design of the original box and board was very basic, printed names of the rooms clearly labelled but not much imagery, the only pictures on the box were of vintage looking character heads stuck on plastic pawn bodies. The look of the game was entirely depicted by lettering more than imagery. You can clearly tell what the game is about because of the description on the box.

The editions I own have more imagery and detail in them as they are based on the TV shows, they have used the characters and different locations used in the shows not just one house with different rooms. Using the actual details of the shows makes them more appealing to play and also as in Monopoly people can collect the different editions.

[atelier27]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Set of Pewter Candlesticks, 4.5” High.