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gallerialohiyas · 6 months

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Shine Bright: Decorating Your Home with Silver Accents

The allure of silver transcends its traditional role as mere precious metal; it's a timeless expression of elegance and sophistication. In this blog, we dive into the world of silver home decor, exploring the myriad ways you can incorporate these gleaming accents into your living space. From vases and candle holders to picture frames and mirrors, let's uncover the secrets to making your home shine bright with silver.

1. Illuminate with Silver Candle Holders

Enhance the ambiance of your living spaces by introducing silver candle holders. Whether it's a sleek candelabrum on your dining table or individual holders scattered throughout the room, the flickering flame against silver creates a warm and enchanting glow.

2. Picture-Perfect Moments: Silver Picture Frames

Turn your cherished memories into works of art by framing them in silver. Silver picture frames add a touch of sophistication to your gallery wall or mantelpiece, creating a captivating focal point for your living room.

3. Reflect Elegance: Silver Mirrors

Mirrors are more than just functional; they're decorative pieces that can amplify the visual appeal of any room. A silver-framed mirror not only reflects light, making the space feel larger, but also adds a touch of glamour to your decor.

4. Floral Flourish: Silver Vases

Elevate your floral arrangements with silver vases. The reflective surface of silver beautifully complements the colors of your blooms, turning a simple bouquet into a statement centerpiece.

5. Tablescapes with Silver Accents

Whether it's a formal dinner or a casual brunch, silver accents on your table can make a lasting impression. Consider silver-plated chargers, napkin rings, or flatware to add a touch of luxury to your dining experience.

6. Mix and Match: Silver and Other Materials

Don't be afraid to mix silver with other materials. Pair silver accents with glass, marble, or wood to create a harmonious blend of textures that adds depth and interest to your decor.

7. Wall Art in Silver Splendor

Explore silver wall art options, from intricate metal sculptures to contemporary framed pieces. Silver's reflective quality draws the eye, making it a compelling choice for creating a focal point on your walls.

8. Create Cozy Corners with Silver Decor

Enhance cozy corners or reading nooks with silver-accented decor items. Think silver-trimmed throw pillows, blankets, or even a silver-based side table to infuse these spaces with a touch of glamour.

9. Functional Elegance: Silver Clocks and Bookends

Make functional items a part of your decor with silver clocks and bookends. These items not only serve a purpose but also contribute to the overall aesthetic, adding a sense of timeless elegance to your shelves and tabletops.

10. Seasonal Elegance: Silver Decor for the Holidays

As festive seasons approach, consider adorning your home with silver holiday decor. Silver ornaments, wreaths, and candle holders can bring a festive yet sophisticated atmosphere to your celebrations.

Conclusion

Incorporating silver accents into your home decor is more than a design choice; it's an investment in timeless elegance. From subtle touches to statement pieces, silver can transform your living space into a haven of sophistication. So, let your home shine bright with the reflective glow of silver, turning every corner into a testament to your refined taste and style.

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normallee · 4 years

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Loads of Fun || Grace and Norma

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Sudsville Laundromat PARTIES: @silveraccent and @normallee SUMMARY: It’s laundry day and sometime the ritual of washing clothes is confusing

When Grace had arrived home, she hadn’t anticipated stepping into soap with her sock. It had taken twenty-five minutes to get the maintenance worker on the phone, and she had been supplied with a few murmurs about blood and what the man thought were butterfly wings before she successfully got a time at which he would arrive. It had been two days, and still, nobody had shown up to fix her washer. It hadn’t taken very long for her to find a laundromat, only a stone's throw away from her apartment complex. She drove, mostly because she hadn’t wanted to lose a finger from the weight of her laundry bin. It had been forty minutes now, a book turned down in her lap, legs spread out before her. The washer in front of her had gone off, and Grace sprung to her feet, unloading and reloading it into the dryer adjacent from where she had been standing. To her right, she noticed a woman loading dry clothes into the dryer just next to her. The woman seemed confident, too confident, to know that she had been doing something wrong. “Um, excuse me…” Grace said, just loud enough for the woman to hear.

Humans had so many customs and practices that Norma had never quite understood. One of them was the custom of washing clothes. The general idea made sense. Clothing became unusable and smelly so the whole washing process alleviated that issue. Norma had never had to deal with that part of the process. She would either pay someone to take care of it or cause enough commotion in a store that she could walk out with whatever she pleased. That was before the bounty. Now she must appear normal. And normal mortals did laundry. Sudsville seemed like the perfect place to learn. With her clothes in her basket, some of which were not hers but she thought they might need washing all the same, she marched in and opened a machine and started throwing clothes inside of it. “Oh hello!” she said, startled a bit by the human girl talking to her. “Nice to meet you, my name is Norma Lee,” she said, holding her hand out to shake. She was told that was how humans greeted one another, might as well get it over with. “Are you in need of any assistance?”

Grace didn’t hide the surprise that wrote itself across her features. In fact, she let it show. Was everyone this friendly here? Well, everyone aside from Regan, she guessed. Grace looked down at the hand that was extended towards her, then back up to meet the woman’s eyes. “I--” she wasn’t sure if she should shake Norma’s hand, or if she should just tell her that she had been doing her laundry incorrectly. Reaching out tentatively, Grace took a hold of her hand and gave it a firm shake. In that moment, she realized how dull Norma felt. Grace retracted her hand, and looked towards the dryer that the brunette was loading her clothes into. “Have you washed those yet? That’s the dryer.” God, she would feel like a moron if the woman was doing some reverse-cycle cleaning that she wasn’t aware of. Grace didn’t frequent the cleaning blogs suggested to her by pop-up ads. “Sorry if you’re doing something, I just… didn’t want you to waste your money or anything.” Grace offered the woman a smile before pushing the quarters into the slot to start the dryer.

“The dryer?” Norma squinted at the machine. This was already far more complicated than she had anticipated. She had no idea what a dryer was or what it did. Or why it was wrong to use it first. Perhaps this child was mistaken instead. No, no, she should listen to the small mortal. It was likely she cared more and had more need for such devices. “I haven’t washed my clothes, I just got here. Is there some specific order I should follow? Like a ritual with clothes?” A ritual sacrifice made sense. This seemed like more trouble than it was worth. Perhaps she should leave and simply buy new clothes. Certainly that was normal, correct? It wasn't possible that every human rinsed and reused their clothing. Looking at the machine, it had all kinds of symbols all over it and strange words like “fluff air” that held no meaning to her. Norma placed her hands on her hips. This was going to be quite a challenge. Human life was meant to be simple, was it not? “Can you explain this strange clothing ritual to me? This is very different than what I’m used to. I think they have rearranged, perhaps.” That was a very logical explanation. Norma was rather proud of herself for smoothing this over so nicely.

The woman spoke, and Grace fought to keep her composure. A ritual? Grace thought, looking the stranger over. Maybe she was rich, never had to wash her own clothes in her life. If only that had been her own strange disposition. “A ritual, no, an order? Yeah.” Grace smiled at her before she motioned to the washer that was behind them. “You’ll want to use that, first.” Grace moved to the washer again, opening the lid and pointed at the dial, “honestly I don’t know half of what this shit does. I throw everything in and hope nothing turns pink.” Not that she had much white or red garments to begin with, but still. Grace looked around the brunette, eyebrows pulled together. “You didn’t already put your quarters in, did you?” She hoped not, though, if she did, Grace had enough quarters to help her out. “Do you have detergent?” Grace asked as she looked for a bottle, but finding nothing. She really didn’t know what she was doing, did she?

Norma was disappointed to learn there was no ritual, though she supposed it made sense. Her understanding was this whole washing thing was meant to remove blood stains out of clothes rather than create pretty new ones. Shameful, really. Still, Noma nodded and followed the girl to the rows of washing machines. “Pink?” she asked curiously. “Why would it turn pink? That seems rather odd and specific?” Then it hit her. It was obvious. “Is it because you’re washing out too much blood from your clothes? Perhaps there’s a way to avoid that.” Norma was happily chucking the clothes, some that weren’t even hers, into the machine when the girl asked her more questions. “My quarters?” She looked down at all four major limbs. All still there. She wasn’t drawn or quartered, thankfully. “They seem to be intact. And I’m unaware of what detergent is.” This whole laundry business was more complicated than it was worth, she was sure of it.

“The dye on red clothes usually runs off on white clothes,” Grace explained. She felt like she was a kid again when her Grandmother had taught her the rules-- not that she ever followed them if she were doing her own laundry. She didn’t have a lot of multi-colored clothes to begin with. “Blood?” Grace looked at her with widened eyes, “no, not-- I mean, I guess?” Grace thought for a moment. Most of the decedents she dealt with at work were no longer bleeding when she was working with them, but she supposed they did stain. “Do you work at a butcher shop or something?” She had seen a bustling one on her way home one day and considered going in to see if they had oxtail for a soup she had been craving-- though had no patience to actually make. “Intact--” Grace stared at her for a moment, wondering if this were all a joke. Confusion swept over Grace, but she did her best to not get lost in it. “Here, you can use mine.” Grace held up her own detergent and shook the bottle. “I have some extra quarters, too,” she offered, placing her hand over her pocket to jingle the change there. “I can show you, if you want?” Grace asked, not sure if this girl had never been expected to complete her own chores, or if she had recently been let go from a hospital for amnesia.

“Oh. That seems rather impractical,” Norma replied, though she was unsure what dying had to do with the colors running. Then again, dying and red did go together. The fact that there seemed to be no link to blood based on her reaction was even further perplexing. There was nothing indicating the girl had not been talking about trying to get blood from her clothes even now. Though she supposed she would simply have to take her word for it. “A butcher shop? Oh no, not at all!” On second thought, that might be fun. She almost wished she had chosen that as her human profession. Then again, that was not half so normal as her current job. No, no, she couldn’t switch careers so soon. What would people think of her if she did? Surely they’d see through her, then. “I work at Bottomless Booty, home of the pirate patty!” she said. “You should come by and ask for me to be your waitress. I would normally ask for a generous tip but seeing as you are doing so much to help me right now, I suppose I will only ask for a mild to moderate tip.” Norma smiled and nodded enthusiastically at her offer for help, still clueless on what to do with the bottle or the small coins. “I can throw in some extra g-arrr-lic fries, too!” she said taking the quarters and carefully placing them in the bottom of the machine. Little did this girl know that many of the fries went to waste and if they were a bit cold, they would toss them anyway. So really there was no loss to anyone, but it certainly made Norma appear more benevolent.

“Does it?” Grace asked, “because I throw everything together anyways, but if you don’t care about that…” She smiled at the woman before she reached for her own laundry bin to set it aside. “Oh, I just thought--” Grace stopped herself. It wasn’t her job to rationalize why somebody would ask about blood over red shirts. “Never mind.” When she explained where she did work, it caught Grace by surprise-- the name had sounded familiar, though she hadn’t gone yet. It had been recommended to her, and while Grace loved a good pun, she couldn’t manage to peel herself away from her bed to eat out anywhere. Not yet, at least. “What’s a pirate patty?” Grace asked as she laughed at her words. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, I’ll expect moderate service then.” This woman was peculiar, but at least she wasn’t creepy. Grace had run into several people already in White Crest who she didn’t ever want to see again. Grace raised an eyebrow. So they also named their food after puns. She had to admit, the dedication was great. After a moment, Grace stuck her hand out, “I’m Grace Huang. I’m new here.” She smiled, “I work at the morgue, so cleaning is a specialty.”

Norma was unsure what she was meant to care about but she appreciated the help either way. “If you believe in throwing everything together, I am certainly not one to argue. You are the expert here.” She smiled and placed the whole bottle of detergent, lid still on, just as the girl had handed it to her, in the washing machine along with the clothes and quarters. Truly this didn’t seem so hard. “Oh a pirate patty is a world class hamburger with the best beef available and secret blend of bootiful spices!” Norma replied without hardly missing a beat. She had memorized the manual and taken notes during every training, no way was she going to lose out on business due to lack of recall knowledge. “Oh you should always expect excellent service for me and the rest of the staff! Which is why I usually expect excellent tips however I am willing to be that generous to only expect a meager exchange of goods for services.” Norma decided to take the girl’s-- Grace’s hand and shake it once more, with even more gusto this time. “It’s very nice to meet you Grace Huang! I’m new here, too. I have only lived in this town a few months.” Sometimes she forgot that humans had many different means and manors to deal with their own mortality. “I bet the morgue is a pleasant place to work though I suppose you do not make very many tips.”

“Oh--” Grace stepped in quickly to pick the bottle out of the machine. “You need to pour a cup in, like this.” This had to be a joke, right? After she filled the lid with detergent, she fished the quarters out of the barrel and placed them into the slot. She poured the liquid in over the clothes and smiled over her shoulder at Norma. “A secret blend? Sounds better than microwave mac,” Grace laughed as she set the bottle of detergent down. Norma was surely the most peculiar person that she had met since moving to White Crest, but Grace enjoyed those who strayed from what could be considered normal. She enjoyed those conversations far better. “I’ll make sure to swing by,” Grace carded her fingers through her hair as she looked over the washer. Everything seemed to be in order now. A part of her wondered if she should wait to help her with the dryer, too. She dropped her hand and rose an eyebrow-- there were a lot of newbies as opposed to people who had been born and raised, she realized. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, and no-- usually we give their wallets to the police, so…” She laughed before looking to the dryer, “Do you want me to show you how to use this?”

Norma felt as if she should be taking notes for all this intricate and strange steps to the ritual that was washing clothes. “Oh, I see. I would not have guessed that was how this works. Very intriguing.” She also watched as Grace fished the quarters out and saw her shove them into the designated slots. Ah, that sure explained that strange feature on the side of the machine. Honestly, humans added so many unnecessary steps to things. What happened to just saying a simple chant and that being sufficient? “I look forward to serving you!” Norma said with enthusiasm. She was not in need of human currency herself, but she took great pride in earning it and understood that most mortals did. It was surely the easiest way to remain unnoticed by the bounty hunters as anything supernatural. She was pleased to hear that she would not be on her own for the second phase of this endeavor. Though it was unfortunate that this was so involved. “That would be very ideal, thank you! I’m very glad I met you. Grace. Are we friends now?”

Grace smiled at Norma, unable to get it out of her head how peculiar she was. Grace had a habit of making up stories for those around her when she knew little to nothing about them. Maybe Norma grew up with nannies and never had to do anything for herself, maybe now she was a cut off heiress forced to do her own laundry. “I look forward to it, too.” She said as she looked over the settings and started the machine. Grace hadn’t expected to meet so many people who would make her want to branch out again, she had expected to stay in her apartment and speak to nobody but herself, or the cat she eventually got, so when Norma asked if they were now friends, she hesitated, but only for a second. “Yeah, I would say so!” She grinned at Norma before showing her the settings on the dryer and how to use it, where to put the quarters, and for how long to set the timer for. “You should be all set then, right?” She asked before she pulled her own laundry into the basket she had brought. “It was nice meeting you, and I’ll definitely swing by for one of those… patties?”

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