Venetian Blinds Have Come Along Way
Venetian blinds have come along way from the original cumbersome and some what noisy wooden Venetian blinds used in Colonial houses and mansions at the turn of the 20th century. These heavy wooden Venetian blinds were used to keep out the heat and prevent strong sunlight from fading fabrics, furnishings and floors as well as preventing prying eyes from looking inside the room.
The versatility of using slats to provide an excellent window covering continued with the emergence and trend to use metal Venetian blinds as a way to keep out sunlight soon emerged into offices and work places. The ability to control the amount entering the room remains a major factor when choosing appropriate window coverings for offices. Reflection from the bright sun or natural light on computer screens needs to be reduced as much as possible. Fitting Venetian blinds is the ideal solution for offices and work places.
People soon began to realise the advantages of using Venetian blinds and began using them in their homes, particularly in bathrooms and kitchens where traditional style curtains became shabby due to the humid conditions. The trend continued with different styles and designs of Venetian blinds becoming a preferred choice throughout the home.
Wooden Venetian blinds continue to be one of the most popular choices for use in conservatories, lounge and dinning areas. These are available in a selection of different woods and colour tones to blend with interior design finishes and bring warmth to a room. Modern Venetian blinds have robust and practical finishes applied to them which help prevent fading, warping and scratches. Some even have the added benefit of being treated with a finish which helps prevent dust from settling onto the slats.
Light colours such as natural or honey provide a light and airy ambience and are ideal for rooms with small dimensions. Rich dark colours of mahogany or cherry ooze elegance and sophistication in large rooms, looking beautiful when coordinated dining furniture or Flooring.
For bathrooms and kitchens PVC or metal Venetian blinds remain extremely popular. Modern colours and finishes enable all styles of bathroom, shower rooms and kitchens to have an attractive and practical window covering. These styles of blinds also have finishes to help protect them from humidity and scratches.
Venetian blinds are available to fit a wide range of different size and shapes of windows and are able to be fitted either inside or outside of the window recess.
When choosing whether to hang Venetian blinds inside or outside of the window recess the are a few factors which should be given consideration to.
Fitting Venetian blinds to the inside of the window recess is ideal if-
The window does not open inwardly.
There are no objects displayed on the window sill.
Other window dressings are going to be used in conjunction with the blind.
The blinds are being used in place of traditional net curtains
Venetian blinds fitted to the outside of the window recess are perfect for-
Windows which open inwardly.
The blind is the sole window dressing.
Objects are displayed on the window sill
Terry Henman
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Opinions/Comments on Chapter 1 of my story?? [link included]?
Just so there are no questions, yes, I am 14, I am a girl, and I started writing this story a couple of years ago.
It was kind of going nowhere. Would having a "storyteller", someone who could counteract the nightmares be too cheesy? jw.
To read the entire 1st chapter, click on this link, and scroll down [the chapters are below the description]
http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID=2186
***Phony Conversations***
Miranda sat up in her bed, her heart pounding furiously.
She leaned over and reached for her touch lamp. Instantly, the nightstand corner flooded with a florescent light, reaching into the dark corners; a small reassurance that everything was all right.
It was just a dream. Miranda thought.
"Just a dream," she repeated again aloud, the sound of her voice comforting her.
She was still in her small apartment on the second floor, away from the chaos of downtown Los Angeles.
Faint music could be heard…most likely the college students partying again. She could feel the vibrations, every "boom" corresponding and conjoining with the sound of her heart.
Though she was in a familiar place, Miranda realized now more than ever, how lonely she was in her apartment. She no longer had a roommate. Ever since Jenny had transferred to the University of California, Los Angeles, Jen’s room had been empty. Landon, her best friend since high school, had offered to move in, but she had decided against it. Even though they were best friends, no matter how honorable their intentions were, it would be too hard living together alone under those circumstances.
Miranda took a deep breath, sighing. Landon; with his messy copper brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled when he was amused. Landon, who never failed to call her every single day, no matter where in the world he was.
Maybe he saw her as nothing more than his best friend since junior high. But Miranda had always felt something more…
Automatically her first reaction was to pick up her cellphone and dial his number, but she knew it would be pointless and selfish of her to be waking him up at this time. The two hands on the neon green wall-clock Miranda had gotten on an impulse at a garage sale were at 4:16 AM. In about two hours, Landon would be getting up for work, and then classes. She really didn’t want to disturb and have him worry about her. If she even hinted to him that something was bothering her, he would drop everything and rush over to her.
No — This could wait until later. But as hard as she tried, she couldn’t shake the images out of her head. So vivid and real, the memories of her latest dream filled her mind. Just like the lamp had voided the room of all darkness.
Yawning, Miranda concluded her attempts to try to go back to sleep would be in vain. So she slid off her bed, her bare feet touching the dingy carpeted floor. Her soft blue slippers, which she had been told matched color of her eyes, lay next to her bedroom door, along with her matching robe.
Now why is that on the floor? Miranda wondered.
I thought I had hung it up on the hook last night…
Her eyes followed a trail to her open window, the venetian blinds pulled up revealing the dawn sky. There was no breeze, but she figured the weather had calmed down since then. Next time she would be careful to close and lock her windows…
Across the horizon there was a streak of orange, reminding Miranda of the summer she had spent with her aunt in Orange County. That had been the summer she met Landon. Ever since, she had begged her dad not to force her to spend her high-school years in the small Arizona town where he lived.
When the time came to apply for college, the University of Phoenix had offered her a large scholarship to go to their school. Her dad had not hid his displeasure in telling her he thought she was making a big mistake when she chose California instead.
"You’re wasting your life away!" he had angrily said when Miranda had come to pick up her old furniture from his house. It now sat in her tiny room, taking up most of the space.
The four steps leading down to the kitchen area creaked noisily. Dirty dishes were overflowing in the sink. Feeling famished, Miranda decided to wash her hands and fry an egg. She lifted the faucet handle up, waiting for the hesitant flow to adjust to a more reasonable heat. Even though the tap was on full blast turned to the hottest temperature, the water was still only a luke-warm trickle.
A piercing ring startled her. It was the phone. During times like this, Miranda desperately wished she owned a cordless phone, but she had yet to upgrade.
She walked halfway across the room, and pressed the receiver against her cheek.
"Hello?" she said groggily.
There was no reply.
Finally, a voice echoed back, "hello?"
"Who is this?" Miranda asked, her voice shaking.
Another second passed.
"Who is this?" the voice replied again.
"I think you have the wrong number,"
I clicked on the link and read it and I am flabbergasted. I’m 14 too, and I’d LOVE to write about an idea THAT good!
You did such a good job. Please email me once you’ve completed your book; I’d love to read it all.
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