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Craftsman sink,
I approached the Beautiful old sink. Its dark aged oaken pedestal looking ancient and worn. Intricately carved wood work of a Craftsman in every peak and trench. A little of his blood in every grain. As if holding aloft a babe, cradling a sink of fine porcelain. You could bath a tot in with all it's room. I grabbed for it's handles of old ivory. Faded yellow with a glazed krackle across their antique surface. Warm to the touch I find them. Turning the bone handles I can hear the water sing through the pipes in the walls. Making a prolonged swish and swirl as it fills the sink. Where like a cherry on top, I could choose the ancient cork plug attached halfway up the side by a chain or let the water free to continue its journey down the drain, under the old floors, eventually to wherever.
This was a FB challenge from Debbi, Tink. The Challenge was..
Tattle-tail Tuesday ~ 1/12/10Share Yesterday at 6:38pmToday's Challenge is
Describe what you see when I say "The old-fashioned fixtures on a pedestal sink."
In particular, describe the old-fashioned fixtures.
This proved harder than I thought it would be.
Good Luck!
So if any one else wants to try it. GO FOR IT. I would love to read what you come up with, Tink too probably!
This was a FB challenge from Debbi, Tink. The Challenge was..
Tattle-tail Tuesday ~ 1/12/10Share Yesterday at 6:38pmToday's Challenge is
Describe what you see when I say "The old-fashioned fixtures on a pedestal sink."
In particular, describe the old-fashioned fixtures.
This proved harder than I thought it would be.
Good Luck!
So if any one else wants to try it. GO FOR IT. I would love to read what you come up with, Tink too probably!