Blonde Mahogany Wood Novels & Stories

Anytime I came back to Gordes, I repaired something. I carried the table saw outside and got the wood. I frowned at myself. In my desperate flight I had bought dark brown walnut wood. I had wanted better suiting woods like cypress, pine, spruce, cedar or redwood, but oh well. Now I had to work with what I had.

Mom was really like her. The long rectangular table was placed in the center of this room. It was made by a solid wood of strong mahogany. It was trimmed in a layer of gold and its top was filled with a brownish marble that somehow balanced the touch of modern and old-style design of the house. I put five plates for us on the table and guide my grandma as she was about to take a seat in a long brown and tall legged chairs that are also made of mahogany wood paired in the table. "My grandson does not need to force himself eating your overcooked hot dogs and disgusting eggs from now on." Grandma was laughing as she threw that joke while we were all present at the table.

I smiled, “This is so awesome.” Daniel furrowed his brows, “Why?” I smiled, “White Cedar. A wood that is in high demand. It’s a beautiful color and matches just about any décor. I think I will ask her to just give it a couple coats of polyurethane for protection.” Jace, Tony, Angela and Lacey walked in and Lacey was bouncing as she approached me, “I’m so excited for you. Have you looked out front?” I shook my head, “Not yet.” She smiled, “It’s a long line.” I smiled, “Then let’s get ready to let them in.”

They decided on a sofa painting of Paris in the spring, a large upholstered sofa of browns, blues, pinks and greens all mixed into a menagerie that resembled a garden, with two matching wingback chairs. They chose two walnut end tables, a matching coffee table, a large secretary style desk and chair, and finally a dinette set of highly polished mahogany with enough chairs for fourteen people. They looked at the massive king size bed on display, examining it closer than they had the day before and agreed they wanted it. It was made of cherry wood, with four posts elaborately carved with vines and blooming flowers that swirled their way along the headboard, footboard and up the posts to the ca

Luca reached for me, his hand warm over my knee. “Do you want to step out?” he asked softly. “I can do this part.” “No,” I croaked. “I want to pick it.” She deserved that. She deserved me being brave for her, even now. The director opened the catalog to a page of polished wood caskets, each photographed from different angles like something in a showroom. “This is our selection of mahogany and cherry finishes,” she said gently. “We also have lighter tones and simple pine.” I tried to focus, but every photo blurred together.

The front door was a large rectangle of beautifully finished, dark heavy wood that often swung effortlessly open and closed, while carved deep into the wood about eye level for Ezekiel where five giant diamonds sat in a singular row cut from bright red stained glass. Three small coffee tables, made of polished mahogany lined each of the wall to the right and left of the door a few inches back from the doors panels. They were waist high and each had a giant vase full of water, lilacs, pine needles and sweet grass. The fragrance was stark, but so subtle and calming that most couldn't help, but take in a deep breath and fell...better.

Paul hurriedly stood up before he said politely, “Okay, Miss Wilson. Have a good rest.” After Claire went upstairs, Charlie said, “Please sit down. Don’t stand up and talk.” After sitting down, Paul looked at the Hainan Lexington sofa set and he could not help but exclaimed in surprise, “This is made out of really good materials! I can tell at first glance that this is a really old sofa set that is made out of Hainan Lexington wood! After the coating is done, the texture of the wood is really very beautiful. This is really amazing!”

But my breath hitched as I gazed around the room, taking in the burgundy damask wallpaper, the gold-trimmed mahogany furniture, the dark-framed windows to the front and side sumptuously dressed by heavy burgundy and gold-fringed curtains, the parquet floor. The huge mahogany four-poster bed. "Oh dear God," I said faintly, unable to prevent myself from touching the nearest highly-polished turned wood post and staring at the burgundy and gold striped canopy, the matching drapes and damask bedclothes. "This isn't at all over the top."

After my phone call, I padded across the hardwood floor to what I assumed to be the living area. For a cabin out in the woods, this place was huge. I searched the large area before my eyes rested on Ramon. He hadn't noticed my presence in the room so I took my time taking in his appearance in the brighter light of the living room. His hair looked even more bleached, it was almost white falling over his eyes as he concentrated on the book in his hands.

Now it's making me think about what they want with a poor girl like me from Massachusetts. The bed is enormous, with the most beautiful mahogany oak frame and a tall, elegant headboard. I've never had a headboard before never even had a bed this big. On either side are matching nightstands, each with a large lamp perched on top. The walls are freshly painted in a soft, creamy seashell white.