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White Wood Changing Table





white wood changing table






    changing table
  • A changing table is a small raised platform designed to allow a person to change a baby's diaper.





    white wood
  • Any of a number of trees that yield pale timber, in particular

  • Light-colored wood, esp. when made up into furniture and ready for staining, varnishing, or painting

  • 1. Wood products intended for treating, but not yet treated. 2. A designation applied to a number of species, such as White Fir.











white wood changing table - Badger Basket




Badger Basket White Sleigh Style Baby Changing Table


Badger Basket White Sleigh Style Baby Changing Table



This charming sleigh-style changing table features two nicely sized shelves and ample room on top for changing diapers or dressing your baby. It's made of beautiful hardwood with a non-toxic finish. And when your baby outgrows the table, it becomes a useful and attractive piece of furniture for holding clothes or toys. Changing table comes with a soft mattress pad and safety strap. Safety rails enclose all four sides around the top of the table. A metal support bar beneath the changing surface provides additional stability.
With the addition of nursery baskets (sold separately), it's easy to store and organize all your changing supplies. A streamlined hardware and assembly system makes it a breeze to put together; and most of the hardware is concealed so the attractive styling of the table is not interrupted. Illustrated assembly instructions included. Wipe clean with mild soap and a damp cloth when needed. Unit measures 37.5"L x 19"W x 37.5"H. Shelves measure 32"L x 17.5"D with a 1-3/8" lip around all four edges to keep items from falling off.










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White Bluebells




White Bluebells





Badbury Clump, near Faringdon, Oxfordshire.

HINGEFINKLE'S LOGBOOK (Fourteenth Instalment)

How to Pilfer From a Dragon
I must confess that it was a tearful parting, at least on my part. Gladys was rather more stalwart: she rolled up the sleeves of her cardigan, transfxed a wayward cascade of grey hair with another knitting needle, and hugged me briskly, saying “Well, ‘Ingefinkle, tha’s always welcome ter drop in fer a wee cup o’ tee, tha knows.”
“Hum, yes,” I said chokily. Behind us, Gladys Sparkbright’s workshop creaked slightly in the wind.
“An’ tek good care o’th’ pocket mahcroscope, an’ don’t let that daft Druid Agrimony turn it inter gold. Gold is useless fer instruments, so it is.”
And I do not think I am being overly sentimental, my dear Alias, when I add that, as I was taking my leave, I noticed the smallest touch of condensation on the lenses of her spectacles.

*

And so, my dear boy, I made my way south, making my little cartographic experiments as I went, and little knew what destiny had in store; little knew that somewhere on this or the other side of the Bluebell Wood, you had been born, and that the wicker basket which would serve as your cradle had already been woven by one of the village guildsmen. Indeed, I cannot avoid the strong impression that, while I was engaged upon that southward journey, the fates were at work in a most extraordinary way. My life was about to change forever, and as I emerged from the dismal mists of the Wild Lands, I already knew it. And when at last the Rancid Swamp lay before me, enfolded as ever in thick, yellow mists, the thought of the glorious multiplicity of life-forms dwelling within it seemed to fill my weary mind with fresh vigour, and I felt then, as never before, that it was good to be alive.

And there, of course, was the opening to the Bower of Amanita: a dark cleft in the mountainside from which there resonated a silence so profound that I felt certain that, as the darkness of the Wild Lands was more than simply the absence of light, so this was more - far more - than the mere absence of the petty clamours of everyday existence. Shale lay in a great, unmoving cascade about the lip of the cave, and the unmistakable odour of sulphur issued from its mouth. Above it the mountain towered, bereft of the least sign of vegetation, except where runnels of water shot from the hillside, and the stones were green with algal bloom.

I had to do it, my dear Alias. You could not think that I, Hingefinkle, the humble author of Monsters Misc., and fervent student of dracobiology, could have passed that way, heard that silence, and not done it. I clambered over the shale, and the sound of it clattering down the hillside sounded so momentous in that eerie stillness that I hurriedly hid myself behind an outcrop, convinced that I must have awakened the dragons from hibernation. I waited, and the silence descended again, without a stirring from within. Gingerly, I stepped inside. The smell was stronger now, and I pulled my jerkin up about my nose. There was a short, straight shaft before me, running towards the centre of the mountainside. I paused, took out my tinderbox, and lit my lantern, gritting my teeth with anxiety at the sound of the striking flint. I hooded the lantern, until only a narrow chink of light escaped it, and illuminated a sharp turn to the left. I crept onward, and gradually the light from the entrance closed off behind me.
“Hum,” I whispered to myself, and was startled by my own voice echoing back at me, “it seems to be going in a circle.” Then suddenly the passage changed direction, and as I stumbled on, there was another harsh clattering, and I barely restrained a cry as I watched a half-charred human skull clatter from the top of a pile of bones in front of me. My goodness, my dear boy, I tell you there is enough material in that tunnel for an entire symposium of comparative osteologists. In the dim light, I was able to identify the lumbar vertebrae of a giant elk, the clavicle of one of the lesser species of fire-dragon, a grim assortment of chalky remnants which I calculated to be the skeletons of no less than fifteen hydras, and more humanoid remains than I could possibly have counted. I picked up a piece of pelvis; it bore the unmistakable marks of the premolars of Draco terribilis pyromanicus. I considered filling my pack with as many samples as possible, but decided that there would be plenty of time for this on the way back. That, my dear boy, was my first mistake, for in fact, there was not to be any time at all.

Reluctantly, I left the bones behind me, and continued down the passage, which turned again until I judged that I was walking in another arc, of a radius slightly larger than the last one. I was on the verge of stopping to pack my nostrils with pieces of wool - for the stench had now grown so intolerable that my head was swimming with nausea, when the floor gave way to a great chasm before me, and it was a











Red, Wood, and Blue




Red, Wood, and Blue





This project was ten years in the making. (For non-Americans: the U.S. Mint released five special state-themed quarters per year, in the order that the states joined the union, for ten years, 1999-2008. I built this flag ten years ago, have been adding quarters to it as they were released.)

Today, my wife finally received a Hawaii state quarter in change. This American Flag is made of poplar wood, all cut from a single board. Each stripe is a separate piece, grooved on the interior edges with a spline locking the pieces together. The blue field is a single piece but attached to the stripes via grooves and splines. The state quarters are partially counter-sunk in sockets that were cut with a Forstner bit in a drill press.

The "white" stripes were bleached with A/B wood bleach. The red stripes and the blue field are dyed with Rit dye (yes, the stuff normally used to dye fabrics). The sockets under the coins were painted white so that they would look like stars while they waited for their quarters to be released. One coat of polyurethane was applied to the faces of the individual pieces before they were glued-up so that the dyes wouldn't bleed. Then many, many additional coats of polyurethane were applied after assembly.

This flag also has special meaning to me because it was the first project I ever made on my table saw, which was the last Christmas gift my mother gave me before she died.









white wood changing table








white wood changing table




Badger Basket Baby Changing Table with Six Baskets, White






Features: This attractive and functional Baby Changing Table keeps everything tidy and concealed for a clean look in the nursery. Three, large pull out baskets for clothes, diapers, blankets, and toys! Three, small pull-out baskets are ideal for changing supplies, socks, shoes, hats, and toiletries. Card Holders on each basket make it easy to sort and identify Baby?s things! Includes top changing pad and safety belt. Changing area has safety rails on all four sides. Metal support bar beneath the changing surface provides additional stability. Wood table has a non-toxic finish and hardboard top shelf. Table is reversible so the large,small baskets can be either on the left or right. For use up to 30 lbs (13.6 kg). Wipe clean with a damp cloth as needed. MEASUREMENTS: Overall: 37.5 inches L x 19 inches D x 37.5 inches H. Large Baskets: 20.25 inches W x 17.25 inches D x 7 inches H. Small Baskets: 9.5 inches W x 17.25 inches D x 7 inches H. All measurements approximate.










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