Decorating with Tapestries: Following the Trends

More and more, people are turning to tapestries to make dramatic changes to their wall space. Why? Well here's what the experts are saying:

 

"Hanging tapestries is a clever way to change a room's focal point."

"A well-chosen and well-placed tapestry will become the centerpiece of your room."

"A tapestry can accent the existing colors of your room or provide direction to future color choices."

“When a tapestry fills a wall it makes a dramatic impression. And tapestries look fabulous surrounded by white space, so there often is no need to repaint.”

 

The following tapestries are currently our top ten sellers:

1. Abstract Autumn
Dougall
52 in. x 50 in.

2. Orchid Nine Patch
Don Li-Leger
34 in. x 34 in.

3. Archway To Venice
71 in. x 48 in.

4. Pompeiian Pears
James Manning
53 in. x 53 in.

5. Ephemeral Creation
Dougall
35 in. x 35 in.

6. Tulip
Robert Mertens
51 in. x 51 in.

7. Alpha
Mark C. Merrill
26 in. x 63 in.

8. The Night Before
Thomas Kinkade
53 x 35

9. Unity
Monica Stewart
53 x 53

10. Tuscan Villa II
Roger Duvall
26 in. x 34 in.

 

Trust Your Eyes by Linwood Barclay

Trust Your Eyes. If I ever wrote a novel, which I'm not likely to do, I would love to have a blurb on the cover quoting Stephen King that read, simply, "Riveting." I've read a lot of novels that Mr. King recommended and I've never been disappointed. But, when it comes to the novels of Linwood Barclay, I need no encouragement. I've read all his novels and I can tell you that each was "riveting." In "Trust Your Eyes" Barclay has again taken ordinary people and placed them in extraordinary circumstances. Murder's in the air and, if our naive protagonists aren't careful, it just might blow back in their faces.

Justin Rose Ends 43 Year Drought For Brits

With the focus on Wimbledon this week and next, "Andy" Murray renews his quest to become the first Brit to win the men's singles title since Fred Perry did it back in 1936. This has been a common theme over the last few years as Brits rally support for their favorite son. However, when the greatest golfers in the world squared off for The 2013 United States Open Championship earlier this month, June 13–16, at the East Course of the historic Merion Golf Club in Ardmore, Pennsylvania, few were wondering if this would be the year an Englishman finally took the top prize. And fewer were cognizant of the fact that a Brit hadn't won the title since Tony Jacklin performed the feat back in 1970.

Justin Rose posted a respectable one over par 71 for round 1, respectable, but still four strokes behind the leader with 15 competitors ahead of him. Actually, Luke Donald, another Brit, who had shot a two under 68 and was tied for second one stroke behind Phil Mickelson would have seemed a better bet to bring the crown back to England.

Rose's second round 69 on the treacherous course brought him back to even par and suddenly he was tied for second place along with Luke Donald and Steve Stricker, one stroke behind Mickelson and Billy Horschel.

His one over 71 for round 3 dropped him a couple slots to a tie for 5th. Still, he was only two strokes behind and in the hunt.

The final round proved to be a test of skill and nerve. Phil Mickelson who had had a share of the lead for the first three rounds started off poorly, three-putting the third and fifth holes for double bogeys. However, he took back the lead with an eagle on the 10th. Justin Rose responded with birdies on the 12th and 13th. A bogey by Mickelson on the 13th gave Rose the lead.

Through 16 holes, Rose had five birdies and five bogeys and a one-shot lead over Mickelson. He managed par on the challenging final two holes, finishing with an even-par 70 for a 281 (+1) overall.

Meanwhile, Mickelson narrowly missed a birdie putt on the 16th that would have tied Rose and failed to birdie either of the final two holes. His +3 overall dropped him into a tie with Jason Day for second place.

For Rose, it was his first major title. He completed the tournament without any double bogeys. On his win, Rose commented "It feels fantastic. I committed myself to the process this week. I committed myself to putting a strategy in place that I hoped would work in five-to-10 years in delivering major championships ... it's a moment where you can look back and think childhood dreams have come true."

Consistency was the secret to Justin Rose's success. Like 2nd place finisher Jason Day, he is sponsored by TaylorMade Golf. Here's a list of the equipment he used to capture the 2013 U.S. Open title:

DRIVER: TaylorMade R1 Driver (9.5 degree) with a Matrix OZIK 6M3 Black Tie shaft
FAIRWAY WOOD: TaylorMade RocketBallz Stage 2 Tour Fairway Woods HL (16.5 degree) with a Matrix 7M3 Black Tie shaft
IRONS: TaylorMade RocketBladez Tour Irons(3-6), TaylorMade Tour Preferred MB (7-PW) with KBS C-Taper shafts
WEDGES: TaylorMade ATV (52, 56 and 60 degree) with True Temper Dynamic Gold S400 shafts
PUTTER: TaylorMade Spider Blade
BALL: Lethal Golf Ball

Hacker's Slow Play Spoils Golf Game

Here's a letter from the old mailbag:

Dear Ace,

Seeing as you are one of the world's leading authorities on matters of psychology and sports, I was wondering if you could help me with this problem I have.

Well, the problem's not mine, exactly. It's not Doc's or Lefty's either. It's the sole property of another member of our foursome, my brother-in-law Pete, or as we call him behind his back, re-Pete. We call him that because of the zillion annoying and time-consuming motions he goes through each and every time he steps up to a golf ball.

First thing he does after club selection, an agonizing process in and of itself, is set his grip. Defying description is the unique way he wraps his stubby fingers around the shaft, squeezes, then twists them inward, inward, inward, about 27 times.

Lefty calls this maneuver "screwin' the cue," because it resembles the way a pool player would screw a two-piece cue together. I call it "screwin' your friends," because of the effect it has on our playing. Eventually, after 95 to 100 seconds, Pete will shoot us a smile, meaning he's satisfied with his hold.

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We don't get excited, though, not about phase one of the gripping ceremony. That's what I said-phase one. Phase two comes later, after he steps up to the ball, adjusts his feet, flexes his knees, one-two-three, and fixes the target with a long, hard stare. Then, after 11 to 13 seconds goes by, he starts shaking his head "no." How we dread that moment knowing, next, he'll step back from the ball, let his grip unravel, and start screwing the cue all over again. Never fails!

Ace, no lie, I'm not the fastest guy off the blocks, but I can usually get a shot off in 15 to 20 seconds. By the time Pete drops the lid on phase two gripping, three minutes have crawled by.

Lefty calls Pete's next move "the tap waggle wiggle." That hardly describes it! With those gnarly, sweaty little hands finally locked in place, Pete again steps up to the ball and, with the head of his club, taps the ground behind it three times, tap, tap, tap, then in front, tap, tap, tap, then in back, again. Next, he waves his club, slowly and unrhythmically, over the ball-waggle, waggle, wag. Then he shifts his hips, left-right-left, takes a long, deep breath, and checks his alignment. We dare not speak, sneeze, or pass wind at this juncture for fear of disrupting Pete's concentration. That would force him back to phase one cue screwing.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap tap; waggle waggle wag, waggle waggle wag; wiggle wiggle wig, wiggle wig. He re-Petes that little ditty no less than 23 nerve-wracking times, adjusting his aim a little left, a little right, between verses, until he finally feels everything is just right. Then, and only then, will he take one of his rickety swipes at the ball. Elapsed time: seven minutes.

Frankly, Ace, golf has ceased to be a joy for me, Doc, and Lefty. Fact is, it's pure torture. On a good day, it takes us seven hours to play nine holes. Tell us, please, what can we do?

Desperately Yours,
On the Green, and Blue

Dear Blue,
It appears to me that Re-Pete's ritualistic behavior is symptomatic of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD), known also as Hand Washing Syndrome. Unfortunately, every time Pete strikes the ball, he reinforces each of the "zillion" undesirable behaviors that preceded it, thereby assuring that he will repeat the sequence, ad infinitum. Consequently, if you really want to put the fun back in your game, and at the same time perform a service for golfers everywhere, I suggest you break his arms and legs.

(Note to Blue: It was recently brought to my attention by an irate emailer that OCD is a serious and devastating illness. After what it's done to your Saturday mornings, I don't think I have to tell you that. He also pointed out that it can be treated by antidepressants. The six drugs that have been shown to be effective include: fluvoxamine (Luvox), fluoxetine (Prozac), sertraline (Zoloft), paroxetine (Paxil), citalopram (Celexa*), and clomipramine (Anafranil). Anafranil has been around the longest and is the best studied throughout the world, but there is growing evidence that the other drugs are as effective. Of course, before you slip any of these drugs into Pete's coffee, you should consult a professional.)

(This article is based on a real life experience of the author and has previously been published, elsewhere.)

ABC Pest Control Inc (New Port Richey, FL) - Thumbs-Down Review

I'm not a fanatic about my lawn, but I do care about it and have fallen into a pattern that has rewarded me with a pretty nice yard, much better than most of my neighbors. Like, in early spring, I hit it with Weed Be Gone, once, sometimes twice. Then, if any bare spots appear, I rake them clear. If they're not too big, I can count on the surrounding grass to fill those spots in when the rains come, especially after I fertilize. That's how things were going this year. In fact, I was feeling pretty good about the lawn - it was green, there were only a couple small bare spots, and I had just applied some Scotts Turf Builder.

Then I come out of the house one day and find the bug guy going back to his truck with a spreader. "What were you spreadin'?" I ask. Without getting specific he answered fertilizer combined with some kind of insecticide. Somewhere along the line, the bug people had volunteered to be my lawn people, too. They never asked me if I wanted them to do that, they did it on their own so they could come more often and make more money off me. I told him I had just fertilized myself a few days before but that brought no reaction, even though it's possible that too much fertilizer can cause fertilizer burn. He just left his bill and took off.

Now, let me reiterate  the day I spotted him with his spreader my lawn was green. I didn't think to take any "before" pictures because, at the time, I didn't realize there was going to be an "after." Suffice it to say the overall impression one got upon looking at my lawn was this:

Green

Two weeks later, I began to notice some yellow patches appearing here and there. Three weeks later, I had a mostly dead lawn. Here's some pics:

East of the Trailer - Not Green

North Side Rear - Nope, Not Green

North Side Front - No Longer Green

West Side - Dying Fast

South - Dead

Well, to tell the truth, and I told the girl at ABC Pest Control in New Port Richey, FL, the same thing, the lawn looked like someone had sprayed it with Round-Up. "We don't use Round-Up," she replied. "I'm just telling you what it looks like," I said. Finally, she said she'd have someone come out and look at my lawn. Unfortunately, he came the morning I had a doctor's appointment and, though I got home by 9 AM, he was already in the wind. Below, find the form he left me.

Front 

Rear

Here's what he said: "Areas of drought and some winter weed dieing. (on their own) out such as carpet grass. (etc) I advise rake out and put down (Bahia Seed. Keep) watered -" Below, he added "As you Travel  Thru out the park you will see simular. In other lawns." [Misplaced periods, misused parentheses, misspellings and grammatical deficiencies have not been corrected. I'd like you to see for yourselves the quality and brain power of the dude they sent out to view my lawn.]

Of course, having been dealing with this lawn since we moved here in 2000, I had a much better idea of what was going on with my lawn than he had. Fact is, even though I had two or three different kinds of grass growing, I didn't care. It was my lawn, it was green - I was happy with it. Plus, I ride around the park on my bike every day and am perfectly aware of the sorry state of many of the lawns. The thing is, mine was fine! My was not burnt up, mine was not brown like theirs - IT WAS GREEN! Besides, I hired these guys for pest control. What in hell makes them think I want them screwing around with my lawn? I called the office and voiced my displeasure to the girl who answered the phone. She had the guy who had come out give me a call. He repeated what he had written on the form, concluding that his company had done nothing to destroy my yard. Trying to make it simple for him, I repeated my position - my lawn was green when your man spread his chemicals on it, now, it's yellow, it's brown, and totally burnt. He didn't want to hear it.

I imagine if I lived down in Trinity or some other relatively affluent community the company would have been more accommodating  But, since I reside in a 55 plus mobile home park, he couldn't care less that his company destroyed my lawn. Fine. I mean we all make snap judgments, don't we. For instance, he thinks people who live in an old fogy's trailer park have mush for brains, and I think he's a nitwit. At one point, he bragged, "I've been in this business 30 years." How embarrassing for him! You'd think in 30 years, this minion of veracity, with his ample supply of writing and verbal skills, might have made something more of himself.

ABC Pest Control

8320 Massachusetts Ave.

New Port Richey, FL 34653

May 25, 2013

Please cancel my account. I do not desire or require your services any longer.

Michael Toscano

  

Michael Toscano

No sense bogging them down with details. That would only confuse them.

To E.K.: You've Got A Problem

I'm a reader, a reader, I might add, who hasn't yet surrendered to the electronic revolution and the kindleization of the book world. As such, I do a lot of book buying in second hand stores where I can pick up books at bargain prices.

Unfortunately, you never know what kind of surprises await you inside a second hand book. For example, a few weeks back, I purchased a novel by Elizabeth George at the Hospice store. I had never read any of Ms. George's novels but I was familiar with her character, Inspector Lindley, through the British TV series that airs stateside on PBS. It wasn't until I started reading it that I realized the book reeked of cigarette smoke. Since I had bought the book at the hospice store, it didn't take a detective to figure out the fate of the previous owner. Luckily, or unluckily, I subsequently bought a second book by Ms. George which turned out to be the very same novel. So, I switched to the non-smokers edition in midstream.

This brings me to another book I recently bought, a John Lescroart “Dismas Hardy” novel. I've long been a fan of this series and didn't recognize the title, The Suspect, as one I had read. It sat on my shelf for a month or so while I worked my way through my queue of unread books, then, yesterday, upon finishing a Karin Slaughter novel, I picked it up.

It starts off with a man sitting by a mountain lake, fly rod in hand, waiting for dusk when the trout should start rising to feed on the mosquitoes. Being a person who has done his fair share of trout fishing, in streams and in lakes, I was immediately hooked.

I sailed through the first chapter, but on the second page of chapter 2 I was stopped by someone's errant scribble over a piece of dialog. The dialog read, "We've got a place at Echo Lake, up by South Tahoe. I was there for the weekend." Someone, and I'm assuming it was E.K. since she was kind enough and proud enough of her handiwork to initial the front free page, had put a line through the “ve got” and written above it in ballpoint pen "have."

Weird, I thought that someone would think that the "got" was something that had to be corrected, especially, since it occurred in dialog which should mimic everyday speech regardless of it's violations to the rules of proper grammar.

I read on, only to discover that every single “got” in the entire book, all occurring in dialog, had been crossed out, sometimes in pencil, sometimes in pen, by D.K. In another piece of dialog the speaker used the word "snuck" which she had transformed to “sneaked.”

The pages were peppered with these corrections and they were becoming increasingly distracting because every time I came across one my mind went off course and injected the comment, "She's nuts." I say "she" only because the scrawl appeared to be feminine. And I doubt a man could be so hell-bent on extinguishing these expressions from ordinary speech. If she had been a mother, I can see her spending a great deal of time correcting her children's language, as had her mother before her. But, you shouldn't spend your time correcting the speech of characters in a novel. And, if you somehow have been entertaining the notion that you are correcting the author John Lescroart's errors, you are simply out of your mind. Dialog is and should be full of colloquialisms. That's what makes it sound true to life.

In closing, I realize that, since I bought this book at the Hospice Store, E.K. could have, by now, succumbed to whatever was ailing her. But, if perchance she has not, here's a message for her:

E.K., you've got a problem.

Obsessively compulsive, E.K., that's what you are. Congers up images of continuous hand washing and freaky folks who roll their own feces into little balls. I've checked the book for brown smudges and shitty finger prints. It's relatively clean. Thank God, it's a good novel and I'd hate to have to throw it out.

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