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At Rizzon we LOVE furniture. We believe that furniture is part of us and that it enriches our lives when it reflects who we are. Our designs are free-spirited and fun. They are designed for real people who care passionately about their furniture. That's why our furniture is made with REAL 100% solid wood.
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At Rizzon we love REAL wood. All of our furniture is made from REAL solid wood. We use NO particle board, NO MDF board, NO sawdust board, NO plastic wood, and NO composite board in any piece or part of our furniture. We believe that quality furniture must be made with solid wood. Less than 5% of furniture made today is 100% REAL solid wood. Ours is. Ours is REAL.
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At Rizzon we love things that "work." Take your dresser. You probably open three or four of your dresser drawers two or three times a day or more - that's twelve or more times every day!!! Our drawers "work" -- they ride on metal glides for easy, one-hand operation, they are "stopped" so they don't fall out when opened, they are finished on the inside, and they are deep and extend fully so that you can put a lot of stuff in each one and get to it easily!
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At Rizzon we LOVE value -- we believe passionately that Real 100% Solid Wood furniture should be affordable. We believe that no manufacturer can compete with the style, quality, and price offered by Rizzon.
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Rizzon's designs are not traditional or contemporary - or any of the usual categories. They are designed by the heart for the heart. Made from the REAL stuff to last a lifetime -- or two or three or more!!! Made to "work." Made to inspire!
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 | Dignity in the Home
Betsy Brown
All the chairs and the long brown couch just lay
down on the floor in a line and the thin
curtains joined them, sort of on the side
or fluttering down onto them and I watched
thinking this is the kind of loneliness I
should've known about and this is nonsense: I object.
But the furniture line was so heavy
it went right out the door and some of my
neighbors' lamps joined in, the tails
of extension cords and paths of towels and bedding
went straight down the lawn to the lake where
even my toothbrush and coffee mug with the cats
on it had slunk, so dejected it didn't
even matter they were in the water with some
cold rocks and a clam. All were loaded down
with the despair so poignant in furnishings, each
I tried to coax back into the house, gathering
the alarm clock and frying pan from the lake,
but, almost politely, they moved from
my hands back down to that cold home
with the fierce clam, who guarded them
from my confusion. They were so quiet
about it, I love them. My pajamas floated
with such purpose, reached for the laces of one of my
old tennis shoes out nearly to the reef,
reached without expectation.
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