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[levi-seijuro]

Family Room - Open

The family room in the large mountain style open concept photograph has white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a television stand.

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Mindful Decor, Hand Carved Armoires & Indian Doors

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Mindful Decor

Mindful decor celebrates the beauty of simplicity, mindfulness, and natural elements like Tree of life door. By incorporating mindful decor into your home, you can create a serene and harmonious environment that promotes relaxation and well-being. Consider integrating elements such as natural materials, soothing colors, and minimalist design Handcarved Door to cultivate a mindful living space. Shop Antique Furniture At Etsy Mogulgallery

Hand Carved Armoires

Hand carved armoires exude timeless charm and craftsmanship. These intricately carved storage wardrobe not only offer practicality but also serve as exquisite works of art. Whether you prefer floral motifs, geometric patterns, or abstract designs, hand carved antique armoires can infuse a sense of opulence and artistry into your interior decor.

Indian Doors

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 2010 log house in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia is not your ordinary cabin. It's combines rustic with mansion-like elegance. 5bds, 4ba, $999K.

On one hand, it has thick log walls, rustic lawn furniture, and on the other it has ornate vintage furniture and a big fireplace fit for a castle.

A contemporary brown leather sofa is paired with an intricately carved coffee table.

Check out the mezzanine.

Right next to a fancy carved table is what looks like a gigantic slingshot. Also, in this part of the home there are stone floors and walls.

Here's a marble table with surrounded by plain antique farm chairs.

The kitchen is rustic with a stone backsplash and floor.

Every room is a combination of rustic and elegant.

At the top of the stairs is an area large enough for a sitting room.

The largest bedroom is the primary and the only special thing about it is a nice lighting fixture.

Fancy double sink, plain mirrors and stone. Above the sink is a tile backsplash.

Two of the smaller bedrooms are nothing special.

Outside is a large barn and a cute little shed.

The home is on a huge 160.87 acre lot.

The property borders West Lake.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1218-Lake-Pleasant-Rd-Lunenburg-NS-B0R-1E0/2076631269_zpid/

[amillieaway]

prompt: meet me at midnight

“If I were a character in one of your books, who do you suppose I would be?”

Draco roamed the fire-lit room, running his fingers over burgundy and sage spines with silver and golden letters that reflected the flick of the flames.

Hermione lowered her novel to her blanket-covered thighs, chewing her lower lip. “Hm… The cruel prince, perhaps, cursed for his wickedness. Given a year and a day to find the love of his life to undo the spell.”

“Rather drab, isn’t it? Expecting a man to fall in love to repent his sins. What if he were to donate a fair amount of his fortune to charity? Or devote his time to brewing potions that cure deadly diseases?”

She shot him an affectionate look, though he was facing away from her and couldn’t see it. “Who do you think you’d be, then?”

He made a soft deliberating noise. “A romantic hero.”

She burst into laughter.

Draco tossed an irritated look over his shoulder, lips quirking. “I’m rather romantic, thank you very much.”

“Rather,” she confirmed, sitting taller and wrapping her arms around her knees. “Please go on, my romantic hero.”

“Yours then?” He lifted a brow, though they both knew he’d never truly belong to anyone else. “I’d be the sort who’s unliked by most. Underestimated always. I would lurk in the shadows and commit petty crimes for the fun of it. But also slip notes to the healer’s daughter, asking her to meet me at midnight so we can run away together.”

“And pray tell, where would you take her?”

He sat at the end of the spacious sofa, tugging her calf until she stretched her legs over his lap. His hand slipped beneath the blanket, thumb tracing a halfmoon over her bare kneecap.

“Anywhere she wanted to go,” he decided in a velvety voice. “I’m a romantic hero, remember? I care only for my runaway girl.”

“But she loves his ambition the best. The last thing she wants is a quiet life in the countryside. Or else she would have married her childhood sweetheart and had ten children on a duck farm.”

Draco wrinkled his nose.

“I’d make a fine prince, I suppose. Though not a cruel one.”

“No?”

He shook his head. “A rebel prince, but not the heir. A devilish spare. So I could marry the bookish maiden who rescues kittens from rainstorms and hands out loaves of bread to hungry children.”

“Not very rebellious of you. She sounds like a saint.”

“There’s a twist.”

“Isn’t there always?” Hermione was grinning widely now.

“She’s cursed, you see.”

“Oh dear.”

“She becomes a monster at night. Grows ravenous and eats his favourite pudding and demands he shag her until he can’t feel his bones.” He shot a pointed look at the lux cauldron cakes spread out on the rustic coffee table, more than half devoured alongside a pint of sparkling lemon cordial.

“Our poor prince.” She tutted, kicking his thigh with a mock-derisive look. “Perhaps she leaves him then. When he’s boneless and his pantry empty.”

“One would think…” He released her leg, encircling her wrist instead and coaxing her onto his lap. “But she loves him terribly.” His eyes grew soft, shining nearly as bright as the gilded storybooks encompassing them. “And he’s an ambitious bloke, remember?”

“Ambitious and romantic.”

He hummed in agreement, gaze dropping to her mouth. “He would do anything, give anything for her.”

“Anything?” she breathed, curling a lock of blond hair around her finger dotingly.

“He’d be anything for her,” he resumed, leaning into her touch. “The hero in every novel, or the villain if she wishes. The prince, the rebel, the romantic.”

The distinct, melodious chime of the antique grandfather clock resounded around them.

Twelve bold strikes as her prince, rebel, romantic spilled kisses over her like adventures on a page, one for every possibility, and one for the simple truth.

xx

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - four | what’s the wifi?

“Welcome to AtoZ café.”

“Oh, hi,” you smiled. 

The man behind the counter was tall and had the most stunning cheekbones you’d ever seen. And in a way he… sort of reminded you of Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon? That was a little odd. He was dressed in a very chic way, in all black, with his sleeves rolled up his elbows.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you in here before.”

“Do-- you see everyone that comes in here?”

He smiled. “I own the place.”

“Oh,” you laughed. “That makes sense.”

He smiled warmly. “So what can I get for you?”

“Umm… Can I get a matcha latte?”

“Sure thing.”

“And um, can I get the wifi password?”

He looked up at you, confused.

“I promise I’ll buy drinks the whole time I stay here.”

He laughed quietly and pointed at the board behind him. “It’s right there.”

“Oh--” you laughed. “Sorry.”

“It’s no problem. And you don’t have to buy drinks the whole time you’re here if you don’t want to. Your bill is 5000 won.”

“Oh, uh…” you fished out your wallet and touched your card to the reader. “I mean, I’m probably going to keep buying drinks anyway since I have some videos I have to edit for work.”

“Are you a youtuber or something?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled. “That’s cool. I’ll just get your drink together.” 

You nodded and he walked over to the machines and got started. You looked around the café while you waited. It was quite unlike the café you had worked at when you were younger. It was decorated in a kind of rustic fare; lots of neutrals and woods, it even had what looked like an antique coffee grinder on one of the shelves. The colors were nice and warm, and the ambient music wasn’t too loud. The place seemed to have no real pretension towards being a ‘hip café where all the cool people will go’ - like the one you used to work at - but seemed like it wanted to be a cozy kind of place. You liked it.

You spied a table off in the back corner, with an outlet right near it. Perfect.

“Here you go.”

You turned. “Oh, thank you.” You took your drink.

“It was nice meeting you. I’m Seonghwa.”

“Nice to meet you too, Seonghwa, I’m y/n.”

He nodded with a smile.

“I’ll… be in the corner I guess,” you chuckled as you pointed to the spot you saw.

“I’ll be right here.” He smiled.

You took your drink over to your seat.

You sat in the seat and got your things out: laptop, charger, studio headphones. You set to work plugging things in and turning them on. You put on your headphones and sipped your drink. You hummed to yourself for a moment; it wasn’t too hot. Nice. You appreciated a barista who could make a drink without making it scalding, especially since you had a habit of drinking them too fast and burning your mouth. 

You opened the browser and checked your Twitch real quick before checking your clip channel on Youtube. You had been a streamer for a while now, and your Twitch and Youtube channels weren’t doing too bad. You’d say you were doing better if you didn’t have to move at this point in your life, but you could get back to where you were soon enough; your Twitch and Youtube channels were still showing upward growth,and you always had your side gig editing videos for other youtubers.

Speaking of which, that was what you had to work on now. You opened the files your client had sent you and got to work editing it together. You checked the email they sent you with their notes. It was a mashup of several popular kpop songs, and they had sent you the links to the videos you needed to use to put it together. You went through the list of timestamps they sent and listened to the song so you could get an idea of how you wanted to stitch the music videos together to match the music. You opened a document and made a few notes to yourself.

Three hours later, you were still hard at work, face journeying as you added stuff you liked or didn’t like, and reacting way too expressively for someone who was sitting by themself in public. Fortunately, there weren’t too many people in the café to comment on your facial expressions and noises.

One of the workers came out from the back, speaking angrily.

“I can’t believe they’ve done this--”

“Woo, please calm down.”

“No!”

You paused your work and pulled one headphone off your ear, letting it sit in front of your ear so it looked like you weren’t eavesdropping.

Which was exactly what you were doing.

“I knew they liked each other, but I never thought they’d pull something as stupid as this.”

“There’s no point in you being mad when I’m the one who owns the place,” Seonghwa chuckled.

“Right, so you should be more mad. I’ll be the baseline, and you be madder than that.” 

Seonghwa folded his arms and sighed.

“Aren’t you annoyed?”

“Of course I’m annoyed. But being mad isn’t going to do anything, they’ve already left.”

The baseline inhaled indignantly.

“Wooyoung, there are customers around. Please keep your voice down.”

He huffed angrily a few times before continuing. “I knew they liked each other but I can’t believe they just ran away like running away means something? And without a two-week notice.”

“I know. I already texted them that if they want their last paychecks they’ll have to come back and get them, but neither of them have responded.” Seonghwa set about cleaning the counter and tidying the cups and lids.

You looked at your computer screen, pretending to work.

“Of course they haven’t responded. You know what he told me like a week ago?”

“What?”

“That you were a tyrant who wanted everything too neat all the time, and that you were oppressing the two of them.”

“Hmm,” Seonghwa thought for a moment, “neither of them were very good at keeping the counter clean.”

“But it’s not like you made them clean the seating area or do the vacuuming or anything! You always do that.”

Seonghwa chuckled. “Some people don’t like being told what to do at all, I guess.”

He grabbed the nearby broom and swept the area around the counter as Wooyoung looked at him, incredulously.

“Why aren’t you more mad about this?” Wooyoung asked.

“Wooyoung,” Seonghwa stopped and put his hands on the top of the broom, one over the other. “I was going to fire them anyway.”

“What-- really?”

“Yes. I could never schedule them together because when I did, they never got anything done, and when I scheduled them separately, they spent the whole time texting each other.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I caught them, San has caught them. We’ve both found them taking breaks together during the lunch rush. You just didn’t know because you’re always busy in the back.”

“Oh…” Wooyoung folded his arms and thought. 

Seonghwa went back to his sweeping.

“So… what are you going to do? It’s just you and me until San gets back.”

“The only thing I can do: put a ‘Help Wanted’ sign in the window.”

“It’s been so long since we had someone new.”

He shrugged. “Well, it had to happen at some point. Though I must admit I thought maybe some high class bakery would snap you up soon.”

“Hyung, I would never leave here for some fancy place.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Seonghwa stopped sweeping and put the broom back.

“I would. They’d never let me take off whenever I need to… not that I can even take the vacation I was supposed to because of those two idiots.”

Seonghwa smiled. “Once we get a new person, you can take off.”

Wooyoung’s phone beeped. “Oh! The chocolate croissants are done.” He rushed back into the kitchen.

You put the earphone back onto your ear as nonchalantly as you could, and got back to work.

Over the top of your monitor, you could see Seonghwa survey the café for a moment. His eyes caught yours and you smiled before going back to looking at your screen.You hoped he didn’t notice you had listened to the whole conversation. He didn’t seem to, as he went back to tidying the counter.

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[creepy-crowleys]

13, 26, 49

Character Solidifying Asks!

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

((I think Crowley would have enjoyed school much more if she'd been able to attend pretty much anywhere else. As it was, her aunt homeschooled her for most of her educational career. She had tutors at a few points but most were never kept long, and she was never taught with other students.

Rose was as she was in most other aspects of their lives together: She viewed Crowley as innately damaged and incapable while also also driving her to meet higher than normal standards.

Crowley doesn't really realize it, but she does pretty well in learning environments. If she'd had other teachers, I'm sure she would have gotten along with a lot of them. She's always been kind of a weird nerd, so she might not have had too much luck with her schoolmates, but I'm sure she could have made some friends. Or at the very least been better off for not being completely isolated growing up.

I'm sure she probably liked some of her tutors too, but I have never named them or given much detail to who they were. I'd like to think one or two of them tried to help even if they ultimately weren't able to do much.))

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

((Crowley lives in an old (late 1600's-early 1700's, haven't nailed down a definite age for it) center hall colonial just south of Kingsmouth. It's cozy for the most part? Crowley's partial to antiques and rustic design aesthetic, so lots of older furniture items, lots of wood, often worn or dinged with age and use. There's a homey sort of clutter, of books and knick-knacks taking up tables and shelves, and collections of curios - some magic and some mundane - on display. The curtains are often open in the daytime, and at night the lights are often kept dim in case any stray girlfriends happen to stop by or peer in.

There's a pet bed under the coffee table for Eciton, and decorative vases in the hall that Anodyne likes to fit in - what else would you expect from a cat fused with an octopus? The kitchen is tidy and warm.

Outside, Crowley's tidied the gardens and expanded the one out back, space for decorative plants and edible ones and the more mundane bees she keeps.

Clothing-wise, she generally sticks to sweaters and jeans, blacks and dark greys mostly, maybe a splash of color here or there - she likes dark reds. Mostly... She's still kind of uncomfortable showing too much skin. Long sleeves and pants, looser fitting, feels more comfortable for her, and she likes having jackets for the extra weight. She's doing better with wearing shorter sleeves and sometimes show midriff is okay! But cozy and able to hide is usually better.

Rose was always very rigid about Crowley looking like a proper lady - keeping her hair long, wearing blouses, skirts, and dresses, wearing makeup to try to downplay her scarring - so really, having the freedom to choose Not That has been pretty important to her.

Cutting her hair shorter wasn't initially her decision though - it was intended to be a humiliation by a cult that had taken her captive at the time. Keeping it short after was one part trying to take some power back by making it her decision and one part trying to deny that they'd hurt her. She has come to genuinely like it shorter now, with how short depending on her mood (or mine as the one drawing her). She thinks she looks cute and definitely not like an ugly man like her aunt always insisted!))

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

((Crowley's voice is a bit of a lower pitch, kind of soft, a little rough, Western New England accent.

Like... She can project enough to be authoritative or threatening, but left to her own devices around friends and neighbors, she's pretty soft-spoken. She doesn't talk much in person - silent protagonist-coded, y'know? - and when she does she's prone to trailing off and leaving thoughts hanging for whoever she's talking to to fill in. People do have a strange tendency to tell her more than she necessarily wanted to know, so it works out.))

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

If I may take some time from your day, there is a very big problem I would Like to address.

Minimalism and Modernism working in tandem.

Because oH my fucking god it's so fucking bland. It's nice every now and then, but oh my god if I see one more goddamn "home makeover" that turns a beautiful rustic building into a Black White Brushed Steel and Dark Gray hellscape I am going to commit a crime.

WHERES THE PERSONALITY!

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE"S CLUTTER? THE KNICK KNACKS?

If you say you are gonna stick them anywhere than the fuckoing shelves/bedside tables or dressers or wardrobes Im kicking your ass.

What about the fucking novelty magnets you get on trips at gas stations and landmarks? Cause I know you aren't gonna ruin the "colors palette" of your kitchen - which by the way will look 1000% worse the second dust settles - by sticking them on your Fridge!

My Dad has a beautiful, powerful, large set of speakers, each one weighs about 200 pounds and are a pain in the ass to move, but they really are beautiful, Clear varnish, dark, wood grain bodies, and they sound incredible.

When (hopefully a long time from now) My dad passes, if whoever gets those speakers decides to sell them for something new I'm, kicking their ass.

My dresser is one I've had since I was literally a couple years old, and it has some stickers on it. Old coffee shop stickers, some stickers from City festivals and the like, and someone suggested I get a new one. I asked them why and they said it was old and kind of cluttered, so obviously i responded with "Well it still works, and I don't mind it" But RIGHT NOW i'm like "Actually it looks great. I like the stickers. Infdact I like the stickers so much I 'm gonna plaster Everything IN stickers! TOO MANY STICKERS IM GONNA MAKE COMBUSTIBLE STICKERS AND BURN YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE DOWN"

FUCK MINIMALISM. REJECT MODERNITY.

I STAND WITH THE GAUCHE AND THE GAUDY. I STAND WITH THE RUSTIC AND OLD FASHIONED.

GIVE LAMPS WITH ETCHING AND WEIRD RIMS ON THE GLASS.

GIVE ME YOUR BRUSHED NICKEL AND THE ANTIQUE BRASS. I'LL TAKE THAT PEPPER MILL WITHTHE BENT HANDLE, IT STILL FUCKING WORKS!

IF THERE ARE A MILLION PEOPLE AGAINST MINIMALISM i AMWITH THEM.

IF THERE ARE A HUNDRED PEOPLE AGAINST MINIMALISM I STAND WITH THEM

IF THERE IS ONE MINIMALISM HATER I AM AGAINST THE WORLD.

IF THERE ARE NO MINIMALISM HATERS LEFT IAM FUCKING DEAD.

I. CANNOT. STAND. THE DIRECTION FUCKING 'INTERIOR DESIGN' IS GOOING.

YEAH, like i'm gonna fucking kill anything that makes my house appealing to look like every other schmuck on the block. how about you find something you enjoy other than conformity or i'm gonna fill your house with salt from my little pinch bowl i got from a friend's mom that was gonna throw it away, because I plan on driving the fucking demons of blandness from your home.

If you present your house like it's a clean dish to serve food you bet your fucking ass i'm gonna salt and season it.

PLease. Just throw some color and personality in some way other than false flowers or fake fruit.

A purple blanket. Photos in a portrait you picked up at a garage sale.

please.

make your house a home by making a mess in it.

but make it your mess. make it your home.

[kathrynharinger]

Kathryn Haringer's Loft Apartment above the Lost Word.

Room mate: @fenderbryne

Immediately greeted by an ambiance that seamlessly blends vintage charm with modern sophistication, the loft featured an open floor plan that allowed natural light to flood the space, accentuating its airy and spacious feel.

The centerpiece of the apartment was the stunning fire escape that opens from a sash window. Not only adding character to the space, but also providing a breathtaking view of Tonopah. Some nights, when she was lucky and was sitting on the escape smoking, she'd be able to hear music from a bar and it'd always been something she looked forward to.

The original wood flooring spanned the entire loft, warm and rich tones adding a touch of rustic elegance. The space filled with an eclectic mix of old antique furniture, creating a sense of history and timeless appeal. While a plush sofa with intricate detailing invited those who entered to unwind and relax, while a vintage mustard armchair sat next to a stylish coffee table on top of an impressive rug that she'd stolen from a mansion some years prior.

She dreaded to think how much it might've been worth.

In one corner of the loft, a trolley cart showcased an impressive collection of expensive alcohols. Gleaming crystal decanters filled with aged whiskeys, fine wines, and artisanal spirits line the shelves. It's the perfect setup for entertaining guests or indulging in a nightcap after a long day.

Books were scattered throughout the loft, a touch of hers. While a collection of records adorned the wall, showcasing an array of musical genres and eras. Vintage vinyl covers become pieces of art, and an elegant record player takes pride of place on a vintage sideboard. The bedroom was located on a separate floor, next to the claw bathtub, which was separated by a curtain. Thankfully, the toilet was in its own room.

[vannahfanfics]

Music is Love in Search of a Word

Word Count: 5080

Fluff, Romance, Soulmates, Café AU

Summary: Momo Yaoyorozu has finally accomplished her goal of opening her own café. And the location she's chosen isn't just good for business—it's also the ticket to finding her soulmate!

Hello, everyone! Here is my story for the MomoJiro Bang! Please check out the lovely art by my partner @bnha-ramblings, and also a big thanks to my beta @leland-chapman-the-bounty-hunter​! Enjoy!

The scent of brewing chamomile danced on the air, filling Momo’s nose with a honey-sweet smell. It bubbled in the teapot on the rustic stove, which sat between two counters laden with espresso machines, coffee pots, jugs of fruit concentrate chilling in bowls of ice, and countless bags of tea leaves. A foot and a half in front of the cabinets and counters stood a display case, which housed scrumptious-looking muffins, danishes, brownies and blondies, donuts, and various other pastries. A small counter sat beside it with an old-fashioned cash register and a tiny potted money tree. Momo flitted around the various round, tableclothed tables to slightly rearrange the flowers sitting in the colorful glass vases or barely shift the teacups and saucers. After giving the room one last scrutinizing sweep, she walked up to the front glass door to flip the sign hanging in it to “OPEN.” 

The simple act made Momo swell with pride. I’ve done it! I’ve successfully opened my own tea shop and café! She thought triumphantly. Four years of slaving over a business degree, half a year of financial bargaining, and another three months of construction, interior decorating, and asset obtaining had finally led to this moment. She couldn’t help peering out of the door at the sidewalk. Her fingers twiddled with anticipation as she watched the passersby. Would any of them notice her new tea shop? Would any of them be intrigued and stop in? Who would be her first customer? 

After a few seconds of heart-pounding suspense, Momo realized that her potential customers may be put off by a sweaty, wide-eyed woman standing at the door breathing heavily onto the glass. She rubbed away the condensation with the hem of her apron before hurrying back to the counter. She needed to find something to occupy her time or she would go crazy from the expectation! However, she had been at the store for three hours preparing, so it was terribly hard to find anything to do now. She just stared hopelessly at the teapot on the stove, counting the seconds until it began to whistle with the collecting steam. 

When she finally pulled the chamomile tea off the stove, she was at a complete loss of what to do. 

Music. Music would help calm my nerves, she decided. She walked across the room to the old-fashioned radio sitting on a shelf on the wall. All of the outfittings in Momo’s tea shop had a rustic charm to contribute to the English Victorian vibe that she was going for—plus, she just loved the character of antiques! She fiddled with the dial, surfing through the static for a channel that would suit the atmosphere of her tea shop. She finally landed on a classical music channel, and sweet tones of piano keys began to mingle in the air with the fresh scent of the chamomile. 

It seemed that Momo had caught the tail end of a piece; by the time she walked back to her counter to pour herself a cup of chamomile, the radio host's voice has replaced the calming piano music. 

“Hello, listeners. I hope we are having a pleasant morning,” the host’s voice was soft and rich like the smoothest coffee; it immediately lulled Momo into a sleepy sense of contentment, prompting her to lean back against the counter and sip at her hot tea with a smile. “The next song comes to us from the most recent classical sensation, contemporary pianist Hitoshi Shinso. In a recent interview, he explained how his soulmate song inspired all the work on his debut album. He wanted to celebrate the love for his soulmate, and each song in the album chronicles their journey together…” 

The radio host’s comments faded into the background as Momo drifted further into a placated state of daydreaming. She’d always adored the concept of the soulmate song. It was so inherently romantic! A song you were born knowing. A song that you only shared with one other person in the whole world. A unique tune that you could use to communicate with someone on such an intimate, personal level. Just thinking about it made butterflies take flight in Momo’s stomach and pleasurable tingles begin to shoot up and down her nerves. 

Momo especially loved her soulmate song. She supposed everyone thought their soulmate song was extra-special, but Momo couldn’t help but just be enamored by hers. It was a harmonious blend of classical notes and jazzy tunes that came together to make a soothing yet stimulating melody. When Momo closed her eyes and let it flow forth to fill her mind, body, and soul with its mellifluence, she couldn’t help but imagine the kind of person her soulmate must be. Who did those hints of serious, deep tones amongst her sweet, high notes represent? How did it align with their personality? Wondering always filled Momo with a sense of excitement about the day that she would finally discover the truth. 

Just as Momo was beginning to lose herself in her soulmate song, she was jolted back to reality by the loud chime of the bell attached to the top of her door. 

“O-oh! Welcome,” she cried. As she jumped away from the counter, she nearly dropped the mug of chamomile she was still holding in her hands. She squeaked as the liquid sloshed over the rim, spilling over her hands and splashing down on the floor. 

“Pl-please excuse me!” she flushed in embarrassment, scrambling around behind the counter in search of a dishrag. When she found one, she hastily wiped off the mug and set it down, and then rushed up to the cash register while still wiping the tea from her hands. “Sorry about that! How can I help yo—Oh! Ochako!” 

“Hi, Momo!” her friend chirped pleasantly. “I rushed over here as soon as I saw that you were open! Am I your first customer?” 

“Yes, actually, you are!” Momo laughed. Ochako squealed and did a little happy dance, which made Momo laugh more. 

“It looks so cute!” Ochako gushed, stepping to the side to hungrily eye the many sweets sitting in the display counter. “And everything looks so delicious! It’s so amazing! You’ve been working on this for so long. It’s hard to believe that the day has finally come.” 

“I know!” Momo said, smiling while resting her cheek into her hand. “I almost expect to wake up in my bed, it all having been one long dream…” 

“Well, this is no dream, sister!” Ochako said and even lightly pinched Momo’s upper arm. She sprang away with a squeal, swatting at Ochako’s hand. She tried to look stern, but the laugh bubbling from her lips ruined it. Ochako just playfully wiggled her eyebrows before leaning down to hungrily inspect the sweet wares Momo had arranged in the display. “Honestly, it feels like I’m the one dreaming, now! All of these treats look so amazing… It’s like Heaven…”

“You can have whichever one you like. My treat,” Momo offered. 

“No way!” Ochako objected, shooting straight up to poutily frown at her. “I’m your first customer, and that means I’m gonna pay! No ifs, ands, or buts about it… buuuuuuut I won’t refuse a little something extra.” Her firm tone faded into a dreamy drawl as her eyes drifted back to the case, particularly the ichigo daifuku tantalizing her from the top shelf. Momo couldn’t help but laugh; of course Ochako’s weakness to mochi was coming into play, and she had always been partial to the spring-exclusive treat. 

“I’ll throw in some of the ichigo daifuku in for free,” she assured Ochako, who pumped her first with a quiet but triumphant “yes!” 

While Ochako struggled to decide which of the treats she wanted to purchase, Momo opened the back of the case to pull out the platter of mochi treats. She picked one up and carefully wrapped it in cute pink wax paper, then set it into a white pastry box. The lid was emblazoned with her shop name, cursive writing in shiny, eye-catching gold. Ochako cooed delightedly at it when she caught sight of it. 

“Man, Momo, you sure thought of everything,” she praised. “Your shop is going to take off in no time!” 

“I sure hope so,” Momo sighed in response. 

She had devoted much time and energy into her preparations, exploring every avenue and having contingencies for her contingencies, but the threat of failure always loomed like an anvil over her head. What if her shop wasn’t a hit? She’d been open for fifteen minutes now, and her best friend was the only one who’d stopped in. Was her business doomed to fail? Oh, dear, what was she going to do—

“Snap out of it!” Ochako barked and snapped her fingers in front of Momo’s face. Momo’s eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to reign her dizzied mind back in. When she looked blearily at her best friend, she had her arms crossed and her mouth pulled into a frown. 

“You’ve been open for fifteen minutes and you’re already doubting yourself, aren’t you?” 

“No…” Momo mumbled. It definitely didn’t sound convincing, and she averted her gaze as heat rushed to her cheeks. Ochako heaved a sigh, then reached out to pluck half of the ichigo daifuku from the box. 

“Listen, Momo, you’ll take off in no time,” she said, then took a bite of the sweet, chewy mochi. “I mean—oh my God, Momo, this is so good!” 

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her blissful cry, but honestly, Momo would much rather hear that than whatever lecture she was about to get. Her eyes lit up in delight as Ochako began to chomp away at the mochi, stuffing the bits into her cheeks instead of swallowing so she could savor every little bit. 

“Really? You think it’s good?” 

“It’s amazing! It’s the best I’ve ever had! I really have died and gone to Heaven…” 

Momo gave Ochako another bit of the mochi treat on the house, while Ochako bought some strawberry shortcake to try later. Seeing as no one else was in the shop, Momo escorted her to the door, opening it for her as they continued to chat about Momo’s aspirations. She was right in the middle of bidding Ochako farewell when the words jammed in her throat. 

“What? What is it?” Ochako asked around the strawberry currently clamped between her teeth. Momo ignored her, looking around wildly. 

Where is it? Where is it coming from? She thought, eyes wide as she looked around in a frenzy. Ochako continued to bleat “What, what?” until Momo frantically wheezed, “My soulmate song.” 

It floated on the warm spring air, light and airy like bubbles. It was unmistakable. It resonated in Momo’s soul. That cappuccino blend of jazz and sweet notes that she had known since before she could recognize what music even was. She could recognize it even though it was being played on an acoustic guitar, the deep notes thrumming in the air. Yet the street was empty aside from a few curious onlookers—no street performers, no radios, not even someone listening to a video on their phone. The song seemed to bounce off the brick walls of the buildings, the sound waves colliding in a confusing but beautiful mass of symphony. Momo could only spin in circles on the sidewalk while she tried fruitlessly to pin down the direction that the song was coming from. 

When it stopped, Momo’s heart shattered. 

“Momo! Momo, hey!” Ochako cried as tears flooded Momo’s eyes. She really wasn’t sure why. 

Her soul was weeping at the failed opportunity, wailing deep in her chest. It made everything go tight, so much so that she had to squat down and focus on catching her breath. Ochako soothingly rubbed her back, and though sympathetic words left her friend’s lips, she couldn’t hear them for the white noise rushing in her ears. 

There was no mistake. That was definitely her soulmate song. But where could it had come from? She looked up and down the street, and though the landscape was blurred slightly by her tears, there was nothing, no clues to the identity of her soulmate or the source of the music. 

“I heard it… I heard it, Ochako…” she said hoarsely. It felt like she’d spent the last ten minutes screaming, the tissue of her throat raw and scratchy and sore. She looked tearily up at her, then whispered, “What if I never hear it again? What if I missed my chance?” 

Momo didn’t like to be overly emotional, and she never would have expected that she would have reacted so strongly to this situation. But it literally felt like her heart had been torn out of her chest, leaving a raw, bleeding wound. She groaned, pawing over her chest while half-expecting to really find a bleeding gash. The strums of the guitar strings still rang hollowly in her ears. Would the ghost of this moment be the only taste of her soulmate that she would ever get? The prospect agonized her, pulling a whine from her trembling lips. 

“Hey, Momo, snap out of it! It’s just first encounter syndrome.” 

Ochako’s voice finally tore Momo out of her emotional turmoil. As she blinked, sending the tears spilling down her ruddy cheeks, she felt like the anxiety swirling inside of her rushed out through her feet. Ochako patted her cheek tenderly as she stood over her, eyebrows knitted in concern. 

“First… encounter syndrome?” Momo rasped. Drink, I need a drink…

“Yeah. Sometimes, when people first encounter or get hints of their soulmate, they have an overwhelming emotional reaction.”

Sensing her thoughts, Ochako helped her to her feet, keeping a gentle hand on her elbow as she guided her inside. Though Momo felt much better, her legs were no better than jelly, making her knees knock together as she fumbled to the nearest table. She practically collapsed in the chair, while Ochako rushed behind the counter to get her a glass of water. Momo’s mouth was like a desert now, and so she could only mouth “thank you” before greedily downing the water. She took it in big gulps, not caring about the water that surged out the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin onto her apron. 

“Guh…” she breathed when she finally pulled the empty glass from her lips. 

“Better?” Ochako smiled weakly as she sat down beside her. Momo nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was dreadfully exhausted, however, and knowing she had to man the shop for the rest of the day made it even worse. “I’ve heard it’s pretty intense. Apparently, Sero had it the first time he met Mina… He broke down bawling right then and there. Couldn’t even say ‘hello’ to her for five whole minutes.” 

“I can imagine,” Momo said wearily, sinking into the chair. She was glad she invested in nice cushioning because it sure felt good embracing her shaky body right now. 

She spent a minute or so running her sweaty palms up and down the skirt of her dress until the last of the tremors ceased. Ochako sat close to her, comfortingly patting her on the shoulder and distracting her with small talk. 

When she finally felt like a person again, Momo cleared her throat and uttered, “So… Do you think I’ll find them? My soulmate?” 

“Of course!” Ochako said with an encouraging nod. She gestured to the window with a big smile. “They’re out there! Just waiting for you!” She leaned forward to pat her firmly on the shoulder. “Just wait. You’ll hear your song again, and next time, you’ll find them. You’ll see!” 

“Yeah,” Momo hummed in agreement. She sank back into the chair with another soft sigh. “Yeah,” she echoed. I just have to wait. I’ll find them next time!

“Kill me. End me. Snuff out my miserable existence,” Momo groaned, punctuating each word with a bang of her forehead against the counter. 

There wasn’t anyone in the café since it was just after closing hours, so her only consolation was the echo of her own head thwack-thwack-thwacking against the wood. Two weeks! It had been two whole weeks! Two weeks of hearing her soulmate song every single day without catching so much as a glimpse of the person playing it. It was driving her insane! 

With another long, drawn-out groan, Momo lifted her head to look up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was inching toward six. She’d better finish cleaning up so she could head on home before it got too dark. Only to lie awake in my bed agonizing over the fact that my soulmate is just out of reach, she thought, hanging her head with yet another groan. She’d rather lament in bed than stand behind the counter of her shop, though, so she forced herself to wipe the crumbs off the counter and sweep them up. She trudged out the door, and just as she was twisting the key into the lock… 

she heard it. 

“Oh! Oh! Where? Oh!” she sputtered while turning frantically in a circle. Where was it coming from? She had to find it! She couldn’t go another night agonizing over the not knowing anymore! But it seemed like the guitar notes were dancing all around her, mocking her with their perfect symphonic beauty. 

“Oh, please, please!” she cried desperately. Tears sprang to her eyes at the crushing realization that she may once again let her soulmate slip through her fingers. 

“Please…” Her voice cracked as the notes began to fade, and she slowly sank down into a crouch. She hugged her knees with a miserable sniff. Again…?

No! she asserted, jumping back to her feet and firmly gripping the folds of her dress. I won’t miss my chance this time! She hiked up her skirt and stomped down the sidewalk. She didn’t think about what direction she was going in; she just set off in whatever direction seemed natural. A sixth sense, maybe, an invisible string tugging her along…

And it worked, too, because the music was getting louder. 

Oh! Oh, I know this! This is where all the nice restaurants are! Momo realized as the cute little small business district transformed into a streetlamp-lit, hedge-lined swanky locale where men and women in business casual strutted about on nice evening dates or attended business meetings. Her soulmate must be some sort of performer! No wonder she heard them play every night! They must be hired to sing outside of some restaurant to try and entice all the fine people outside to come in and eat. Momo rushed past them all, the heels of her sandals frantically click-click-clicking against the concrete as she followed the sweet notes of the guitar. 

Closer, she had to be getting closer! She could feel the notes strumming in her bones, matching the pound of her heartbeat against her ribcage. She could feel them with every pump of blood through her body, soaking into her cells and making her feel alive. It felt like the wind itself was spiriting her along; it swept along her feet and billowed her dress, making her feel like she was running on the music itself. 

It was approaching the end of the song. Her heart rate jumped, pulsing in her arteries with each frantic pound of her heart. Faster, faster, she had to move faster! She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. She couldn’t get this close only to fail! She cried out as she stumbled, slipping out of one of her sandals, and she paused to look back at it sitting upside-down on the sidewalk. But there was no time, no time—so she just left it, hobbling awkwardly on the higher sole in her desperate attempt to reach her soulmate before the last chord. 

Momo came careening around the corner. Breathless, panting, hair a bit askew, she toddled into the streetlamp on the corner and gripped it tight. She couldn’t go on; her heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest, her lungs were strained to collapsing, and she had a scratch on the bottom of her foot from a raised chip in the concrete. But that was okay. 

Because sitting on the stoop of a fancy sushi bar with her legs crossed and her guitar resting on her lap strumming the last chord of the song was her soulmate.

She was ethereal. The fading sunlight blended with the bright light of the streetlamp, and the mix fell into her deep purple strands of hair to make it shine like threads of woven obsidian. When her black eyes flickered up to meet Momo’s, they gleamed like onyx chips in the lowlight. Momo’s heart did a flip in her chest as their gazes locked. Ethereal was the only word she could think of, and it played like a scratched record in her head. 

“H-hi,” Momo breathed. She was glad she was clutching the light pole because she would have fallen right over otherwise.

“Hi,” the young woman answered with a bashful smile. She gave Momo a cursory once-over, a quick up-and-down flick of her eyes that nonetheless had Momo’s heart back-flipping in her chest. 

“You’re not from around here,” the guitarist remarked, shyness morphing into amused confidence. 

“N-No,” Momo confirmed with a shake of her head. Still clutching the light pole like it was her only link to reality, she took a moment to make sure that her thoughts were in order before uttering, “I own a café not far from here.” 

“I see.” 

The young woman laid her guitar flat on her lap and rested her hands atop its sleek black surface. She made no move to rise or put it in her case, and once more, Momo found her heart fluttering. This girl was giving Momo her full attention! Oh, how nice it was to be noticed. The small act alone nearly made Momo blurt out why she was really there, but she managed to rein in her tongue before it could go flapping. Not everyone subscribed to soulmate culture, and so one had to be tactful when approaching their soulmates. 

“So, you play for this restaurant?” Momo asked. 

Small talk was good. It was a skill she had honed well in the short time of owning her business. Despite her nervousness, Momo didn’t think it would fail her now. However, she had the wherewithal to realize that her posture was still a little strange, gripping desperately to the streetlamp. Her legs still felt like jelly, but she decided to take the risk; slowly, she straightened up, praying her wiggly legs wouldn’t collapse under her. Somehow, she managed to stay standing.

“That’s right. I play for a few hours each night. The waiting times here get really long, so I’m here to keep them from getting too bored out here,” the girl chuckled with a wave at the sidewalk. As it was early evening, the lines were just beginning to form; no doubt, this sidewalk would soon be swarming with people waiting on their reservations. “I usually break about this time, between the lunch and dinner rush.” 

Break… That means if I had waited around a little while, I probably would have found her the first day. Momo wanted to slap herself. Two weeks of agonizing over someone who was far closer than she had ever realized! It was enough to make her want to collapse against the lamppost again. She elected to just stretch her arm out and brace herself against it, make herself seem far more nonchalant than she felt. 

“I’m Kyoka Jiro, by the way.” 

Kyoka Jiro. Momo discreetly mouthed it, and it felt as sugary on her tongue as she dreamed it would. Perfect, like her name belonged in her mouth. 

“Momo Yaoyorozu,” she responded politely. 

A pair of businessmen crossed between them, and though Momo knew Kyoka probably wouldn’t disappear in the half a second she couldn’t see her, she still panicked a little. When Kyoka came back into view, still sitting on the sidewalk with a quaint smile, Momo fidgeted nervously. She couldn’t drag this out, else it would become awkward! But she couldn’t jump right in, either. Oh, she wished she had taken Mina up on those lessons in flirting when she’d had the chance… 

“I-I can hear you play. From my shop,” Momo piped up before the silence could grow too long. 

“Yeah?” Kyoka quirked a brow. Her smile widened, so Momo relaxed a little. It’s going well so far.

“Yeah!” she nodded. She hesitated for a bit, then decided to take another leap of faith. 

Timidly, she peeled herself away from the streetlamp to walk over to Kyoka. The musician watched her with those sparkling onyx eyes, but for the life of her, Momo couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Momo sat down on the sidewalk next to her, a respectable distance away but still close enough to maintain a conversation. After making sure her dress wasn’t rumpled up and showing off far too much, she looked at Kyoka with a bashful smile. 

“Yes, and I found it quite lovely. That’s why… I decided to venture over here after closing up shop tonight… to see if I could find the source.” 

“Really?” Kyoka seemed excited about it. She quickly looked right and left, then leaned in close to Momo. She seemed oblivious to the blush crawling up Momo’s neck, her eyes gleaming as she whispered, “Want to hear a secret?” 

“O-oh? Okay, sure…” Momo said, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She hadn’t expected the conversation to veer this way, but with no hint as to where it was headed, she couldn’t figure out whether or not she should be nervous or not. 

“That song I was just playing was my soulmate song.” 

“Y-you don’t say?” Momo was trying to seem as unperturbed as possible, but heavens, her voice was shaking and her body was quivering. Kyoka was too in her own world to notice, apparently; she closed her eyes and hugged her guitar close. 

“Yep. I play it every day. Of all the music in the world, I think it’s the most beautiful song ever.” She cracked her eye open to peer at Momo out of her peripheral vision, her cheeks growing a little pink. “And… it’s a little embarrassing, but… Sometimes I feel like if I play it, one day, my soulmate will hear it, and they’ll come to find me.” 

“Y-yeah?” Momo couldn’t help the excitement that bled into her tone. “So you want to find your soulmate?” 

“Absolutely,” Kyoka nodded vigorously. She then looked lovingly down at her guitar; her hand smoothed across its sleek surface in a soft caress. “My soulmate song is why I fell in love with music in the first place. In a way… I have my soulmate to thank for how wonderful my life is.” She suddenly barked out a laugh, and she looked at Momo with an embarrassed grin. “Ugh, why am I telling you all this? I am totally never this gushy and romantic. Ugh, how mortifying…” 

“No, it doesn’t bother me at all,” Momo interjected as Kyoka went to scoot away, probably concerned she was bothering Momo at this point. Kyoka’s head snapped up to look at her with wide eyes. Momo dropped her gaze, fiddling with the hem of her dress. She’d obsessed over this moment for days now, practicing exactly what she would say, and yet now none of those words seemed right. She decided to just go for it, say whatever seemed to come to mind—that sixth sense again. 

“I don’t think anyone should be embarrassed about their soulmate. After all, it’s just so grand… The idea of someone out there being made for you, and the fact that you two share a unique bond. You can’t help but get excited.” 

Kyoka seemed to relax at that. She hummed thoughtfully, looking down at her guitar again. While she was preoccupied, Momo took a moment to drink her in. She really was beautiful. Looking at her made Momo feel completely at peace—like the way she felt when she was at the shop in the early morning preparing all the pastries or when she was at home after a long day at work, unwinding with a book and a cup of tea. Looking at her made it feel like something in Momo’s world had finally clicked into place. 

Undeniably, unequivocally, they were meant to be. 

“By the way… I think it’s the most beautiful song in the world, too,” Momo whispered suddenly. Kyoka looked up at her then, her eyebrows cinched in confusion. Slowly, her perplexion morphed into shocked understanding. Momo reached out to place her hand over Kyoka’s. Her fingers twitched but didn’t recoil at Momo’s touch. “Our soulmate song.” 

“Y-yeah?” Kyoka managed to choke out. 

It was a wonder with how wide she was grinning right now. It made her obsidian eyes scrunch up into little crescent moons, and little tears beaded up like diamonds at their corners. When Kyoka tilted her head slightly, they slipped over the rims of her eyes to spill in thin rivers down her flushed cheeks. She smiled adoringly at Momo for a long time, just basking in the glow of the moment, before her eyes slowly dropped down to Momo’s lips. 

Kyoka breathed in quietly, and then whispered, “Can I… Can I kiss you?” 

Momo flushed, but nodded in consent. Kyoka shifted, adjusting the guitar on her lap so it wouldn’t get in the way. Slowly, she leaned close. Her gaze drifted back up to Momo’s eyes. They held the heady stare until Kyoka’s lips just barely brushed over Momo’s, and then Momo couldn’t help but let her eyelids fall shut. She wanted to shut everything out, to just focus on the heavenly feeling of Kyoka’s lips gently molding against hers. And oh, did it feel divine. Kyoka’s lips slotted perfectly against hers, soft and sweet and faintly tasting of elderberry. It felt so good that she found herself chasing Kyoka when she pulled back, and the girl just leaned her forehead against hers with a little giggle. 

“Wanna stay with me a while?” Kyoka offered. 

“There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be,” Momo said back. Because finally, she’d found her place in the world—right there next to Kyoka.

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How to Design a Cafe Interior that Fits Your Brand?

If you're opening a new cafe, you have to make sure that the cafe's interior designers must fit your brand. After all, first impressions matter, and you want your customers to feel comfortable and engaged from the moment they step through the door. But what makes a good cafe interior design? And how can you incorporate your brand into the design in a natural and cohesive way?

In this blog post, we'll explore the Importance of a good cafe interior design and offer tips for creating a memorable space that perfectly reflects your brand. Keep reading to learn more!

The importance of a good cafe interior design companies

A good company means a good cafe interior design that greatly affects how customers perceive your business. First impressions are everything; if your cafe doesn't have a well-designed interior, potential customers may not even step through the door. A good design will not only make your restaurant more inviting, but it can also help to create a cohesive brand identity.

Your cafe's interior design should be an extension of your brand identity. It should be unique and memorable while still remaining true to your overall aesthetic. The best way to achieve this is to incorporate your brand colours and logo into the design and use furniture and decor that fits with your overall theme. For example, if you have a vintage-inspired brand identity, using antique furniture and decor in your cafe's interior will reinforce that look and feel.

How to incorporate your brand into the cafe interior design?

There are many ways to incorporate your brand into the cafe designers. One of the most important things to do is to use your brand colours throughout the space. This will help create a cohesive look and feel and immediately signal customers that they are in your cafe. Another way to incorporate your brand is to use branded signage or artwork throughout the space. This can include anything from hanging a sign with your logo above the door to displaying framed prints of your artwork on the walls.

Another important element of incorporating your brand into the design is choosing furniture and decor that fits with your overall aesthetic. For example, using sleek and contemporary furniture will help reinforce that look if you have a modern brand identity. Similarly, if you have a rustic or vintage-inspired brand identity, using antique or reclaimed pieces in your decor will help achieve that desired effect.

Tips for creating a memorable cafe interior design.

When customers step into your cafe, you want them to be impressed by the interior design. One way to make a lasting impression is to use unique furniture and decor items to create a focal point. This could be anything from an antique coffee table to a statement artwork. By creating a focal point, you'll give customers something to remember your cafe by.

Incorporate interesting lighting into the design.

Lighting can play a big role in setting the mood of your cafe. If you want customers to feel relaxed and comfortable, incorporate warm lighting into the design. For a more energetic vibe, consider using brighter lights. You can also use lighting to highlight certain cafe features, such as the coffee bar or pastry case.

Use colour to create a cohesive look.

Your choice of colour scheme can also impact the overall look and feel of your cafe's interior design. To create a cohesive look, choose colours that complement each other well. If you need help figuring out where to start, many online resources can help you select a colour palette for your space.

Consider the flow of the space.

As you're planning your cafe interior design, it's important to consider the flow of the space. You'll want to create a functional and aesthetically pleasing layout. Think about how customers will move through the space and where they will congregate. For example, consider placing comfortable seating near the windows to encourage people to stay and relax for a while.

By following these tips, you can create a cafe interior design that is both stylish and functional. By incorporating your brand into the design, you'll create a space that truly reflects your business.

A few key things to remember when creating a cafe interior design that will be both memorable and inviting to customers. Firstly, consider the overall atmosphere you want to make. Do you want a warm and cosy space or a more modern and sleek design? Once you have an idea of the general feeling you want to evoke, start thinking about specific details like furniture, colours, and lighting. It's essential to create a visually appealing and functional space, so be sure to keep things like traffic flow and storage in mind as you plan your design. With a bit of planning and creativity, you can create a cafe interior that is both stylish and inviting.

What are the benefits of hiring an interior designer?

An interior designer can help your customers feel happy by creating an aesthetically pleasing and functional space. By considering your customer's individual needs and preferences, the interior designer can create a custom-tailored space that will make your customer feel at home. In addition to making your customer feel happy, an interior designer can also help increase the value of your home.

Conclusion

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Second Hand Furniture Stores in Bangalore

These second hand furniture store in Bangalore will go easy on your wallet & perfectly with your space

Home without your favorite pieces of furniture doesn't really feel so uncomfortable, right? We are talking comfy sofas, cutest coffee table, work tables and more. But living in an expensive city like Bengaluru sometimes puts a brakes on all the furniture you need. And that's where these second hand means used furniture stores come in. Yes! Bengaluru has a number of second hand furniture stores while you are searching for second hand furniture stores near me it shows so many results, and today, we have chosen the best rated ones for you so that bringing old yet wonderful furniture pieces feels like the best decision. Let's check them out!

Bamboo Bazaar

Fan of antique furniture? Bamboo Bazaar has got you covered. Antique and rustic furniture near me accentuates the aesthetics of the space, so head over to Bamboo Bazaar in Shivaji Nagar to find all kinds of unique furniture which are the result of superior craftsmanship. And, you can tell by the design and shaped of the wood. Go solo for the shopping set or, if you are clueless then take someone who is knowledgeable enough about of wood quality. You will definitely find a perfect addition for your space at an affordable price. So, don't leave your favorite piece for another day, once you find something good, take it home. Or else, you may not find the same piece again.

Maharaja Used Furniture

This store may not have completed a 10 years in Bangalore yet, but they bet you will get the decent price for luxury furniture. Each of their sets are kept in a good condition so that you can buy them without any worries. You can get second hand office furniture such console table, tv stands, buffet cabinet, iron and wooden cupboards, living room furniture and more. They also sell antique furniture at a discounted prices. If you are looking for a place to sell the furniture then look no further than Maharaja Used Furniture.

Classic Furniture Dealer

The store has a wide selection of second hand designer furnitures collections, and you will be impressed! With a little quality check and price negotiation, you will take the best offer home. This wholesale store is also known for selling second hand furniture, sofa cum bed, dining chairs, hotel furniture, and office furniture as well.

Hindustan Furniture

There is nothing assures you more about a second hand furniture store than their satisfied customer. Hindustan Furniture has their fair set of happiest customers as well, and this is the reason why we recommended you all to visit this place if you are planning to buying second hand furniture for your home. The comfort sofa sets at the store have especially caught our attention. Work desks, beds, dining tables, centre table cupboards, modular workstations, etc. are some of the items they sell. Go and grab your favorite!

Rajdhani Enterprises

Running since 1991, Rajdhani Enterprises is one of the most trusted second hand furniture stores, known for its prompt service and competitive prices. Apart from selling second hand office chairs, nested tables dining tables, commercial kitchen equipment, l shaped sofa, restaurant furniture, and computer desks, Rajdhani Enterprises is also a furniture wholesaler. With a wide selection of choices in the store, you will definitely find something perfect for your space.

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In the world of interior design, few elements possess the timeless charm and versatility of whitewashed tables. Mogul Interior, a brand synonymous with exquisite craftsmanship, takes this classic aesthetic to new heights.

Our whitewashed tables are more than just pieces of furniture; they are statements of style and sophistication. Each table, meticulously handcrafted, boasts a unique blend of rustic allure and modern elegance. The whitewashed finish not only adds a touch of vintage charm but also brightens up any space, creating an atmosphere of serenity and warmth.

Whether adorning a coastal-themed living room or enhancing the rustic appeal of a farmhouse kitchen, whitewashed tables effortlessly elevate the ambiance. Embrace the enduring beauty of whitewashed tables from Mogul Interior—a perfect fusion of tradition and contemporary design, bringing a touch of understated luxury to your home.

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Refresh your Home this Summer with KraftWork. Offering an incomparable range of interior furniture styles, decor and textures to bring your personality into your home. Its always exciting for me to see a new home by KraftWork, as a Landscaper I jump on the opportunity to set it on a cliff in the perfect wooded landscape, but for this house I'm in absolute owe of the interior design.

Grand, double height living room ceiling, with a huge feature staircase and dramatic floor to ceiling windows. It provides the high quality open plan base home to work with your favourite interior design style.

Complementing the home are the Double Storey shelves, which come pre-decorated for anyone who dreads decorating shelves (we've all been there) with beautiful ultra modern statues and books. I've also used the Compact kitchen collection which is available in white or dark texturing. You will not be disappointed with any of these sets.

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What Are the Best Interior Design Ideas?

Top Creating a balanced and visually appealing home environment can greatly improve your quality of life. Whether you're remodeling your entire home or just a single room, here are some fascinating interior design ideas to consider. 

Embrace Minimalism

Minimalism is a timeless design concept that emphasizes simplicity and usefulness. Begin by cleaning your home and retaining only what you genuinely need and like.

To create a calm and ordered ambiance, choose furniture with clean lines and neutral hues. To keep surfaces clutter-free, use built-in storage solutions. The mantra "less is more" applies here, letting each piece stand out and be appreciated. 

Mix Modern and Vintage

Combining modern and old components can enhance the depth and character of your decor. Combine a sleek, contemporary sofa with an antique coffee table, or a mid-century modern chair with a rustic wooden cabinet.

This combination produces an eclectic yet unified style in which old and new coexist together. Search flea markets and second-hand stores for one-of-a-kind vintage items to use as focal points in your interiors.

Go Green with Houseplants

Houseplants are a great way to add life and color to your house. They not only purify the air but also bring nature into your home. If you're new to gardening, choose low-maintenance plants such as snake plants, pothos, or succulents.

Use larger plants like fiddle leaf figs or monstera for a more dramatic impact. Arrange them in elegant pots and containers to match your decor. 

Play with Colors and Textures

Don't be afraid to play with colors and textures to create a lively and appealing atmosphere. A fresh coat of paint can transform the atmosphere of a room.

Soft pastels can produce a peaceful atmosphere, but vibrant colors can stimulate and inspire. Mix and combine different materials and fabrics, such as velvet pillows, woolen throws, and silk drapes, to create texture and visual appeal.

Invest in Statement Pieces

A statement piece can be the focal point of your area, capturing attention and adding personality. This may be a striking piece of art, a gorgeous chandelier, or a piece of furniture with a distinct design.

Choose objects that reflect your style and make a strong statement without overpowering the rest of the decor. 

Optimize Natural Light

Natural lighting has a significant impact on how a space feels. Increase the quantity of natural light in your home by hanging light, breezy curtains, or blinds that can be easily drawn back.

Mirrors can also help to reflect light, making a room look larger and brighter. Place mirrors opposite windows to increase the quantity of natural light that enters your area. 

Personalize Your Space

Finally, make sure that your home reflects your personality and interests. Display personal mementos, family photos, and trip souvenirs to fully personalize your room.

DIY projects can also provide a personal touch; for example, you might make your own wall art or customize furniture to match your style.

By incorporating these interior design ideas, you can create a house that is stylish, comfortable, and distinctively your own. Source link