DRAPES BEHIND BED. DRAPES BEHIND

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Drapes Behind Bed

Drapes behind bed. Blinds with sheers. Bali blinds on sale

Drapes Behind Bed

drapes behind bed

    drapes

  • (drape) the manner in which fabric hangs or falls; “she adjusted the drape of her skirt”
  • Let (oneself or a part of one’s body) rest somewhere in a casual or relaxed way
  • Arrange (cloth or clothing) loosely or casually on or around something
  • (drape) curtain: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
  • Adorn, cover, or wrap (someone or something) loosely with folds of cloth
  • (drape) arrange in a particular way; “drape a cloth”

    bed

  • A piece of furniture for sleep or rest, typically a framework with a mattress and coverings
  • A place or article used by a person or animal for sleep or rest
  • furnish with a bed; “The inn keeper could bed all the new arrivals”
  • The time for sleeping
  • a piece of furniture that provides a place to sleep; “he sat on the edge of the bed”; “the room had only a bed and chair”
  • a plot of ground in which plants are growing; “the gardener planted a bed of roses”

drapes behind bed – Harlow Drapes

Harlow Drapes – 2 Panels (42" x 84")
Harlow Drapes - 2 Panels (42" x 84")
Cocalo Harlow Drapes – Two Panels with Tiebacks – 43inches x 84inchesThis stunning collection will bring the glamour, sophistication and timeless beauty of theArt Nouveau era into the present-day nursery. The striking black on white patterns with accents of apple green make a contemporary statement while black velvet appliques and trimgive a classic flocked effect creating lush contrast and dimension. The Art Deco-inspiredmotifs are carried throughout the accessories adding a retro appeal to this elegant moderncollection.Coordinated nursery accessories may include: 4-Piece Set, Window Valance, Decorative Lamp Base Shade, Decorative Wall Art, Pillow, Blanket, and Musical Mobile.

tulipa

tulipa
Tulips–Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free –
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

City TV coverage

City TV coverage
July 29th, 2006 protest in support of the Lebanese people caught up in the Israeli attack on their country. Demand for an immediate ceasefire. Toronto, in front of the American consulate. A smaller group this week. City TV interviewing the obvious Hezbollah supporters in the crowd. Hopefully not in exclusion of other groups.
The City TV guy ( a news station already suspect for its sensationalist, American style reporting) was at the rally interviewing the same young guys from the rally on the 22nd. Only two young men wearing Hezbollah T-shirts in the entire crowd of thousands, and of course City TV chose to concentrate on THEM. While he interviewed one of them, the others draped Hezbollah flags behind to create a backdrop, and excited 8 year old boys gathered to watch and cheer in admiration. Really representative of the crowd, which was primarily families and in a sombre mood. He then interviewed another of their group (but one in a black t-shirt) and I could hear the word ‘Hizbollah’ coming from him as well. So I tapped the City TV guy on the shoulder and said, "I really hope you don’t intend to do what CTV (a rival news program) did at last week’s rally- which was to ignore the fact that MOST people are here to support Lebanon, not specifically Hezbollah, and demand an IMMEDIATE ceasefire to protect more innocent citizens from being killed by Israel. AND to criticize Prime Minister Harper for his position. " He replied, "Well, we shoot a lot of footage and then it gets edited down afterwards." (Big news to me, buddy) Fact is, they will go for the extreme, and I am in media, so don’t I know. I mentioned to him that relaxing near a flower bed by the stage was a family, with two children who just managed to escape Lebanon this week. His ears perked up and he took off in their direction. Hopefully they were still there. I also sent after him a woman from the group, "Jewish Women Against The Occupation", to try and speak with him. If the media is going to use you, use them back. If they haven’t got the footage, there’s nothing to edit either in or, more likely, out.

drapes behind bed

drapes behind bed

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September 17, 2011 at 11:29 am