Forty-four pieces,nothing that needs a size

The one piece that turns a plain sofa western.

Porch bench by day, picnic blanket by evening.

Four covers, one palette, zips that actually close.

Panelled faux leather — stated plainly, priced accordingly.

Six round woven mats in three ranch-house tones.

Three towels and an apron — kitchen linen, not clothing.

Printed pattern on woven backing — no hide involved.

Six faux-leather rounds and a holder that keeps them stacked.

Full-grain hide. Real, and labelled as such.

Belt a curtain and the whole window reads western.

Faux leather, folded rim, stands up on its own.

Cast iron with the weight to actually hold books up.

Six matte black stirrups. Napkins only.

Keeps the real leather in this store from drying out.

Reactive glaze, so no two plates land the same.

Six ribbed glasses with handles that fit adult fingers.

Two openwork rounds that take a pan straight off the burner.

Wide enough for a whisk, heavy enough not to tip.

A weighted base and a finial, so one-handed tearing works.

Matte terracotta, wooden lid, silicone seal.

Three sizes, two finishes, one wall.

Three original desert studies, framed and ready to hang.

The look of candlelight with nothing burning.

One big shape that fills an empty wall.

Five hammered tubes tuned low, not tinkly.

Oak plank, iron brackets, a real weight limit printed on it.

Solar charged, LED lit, nothing burning.

Ties down at four corners so it stays put.

Catches what the porch drags in. Not footwear.

A piece of furniture for the entry wall — nothing to wear.

A whole living-room corner in one box.

The full table, done in one order.