In the cupboards I'm found, my patterns are sure to charm her. I'm stepped on the ground, or on a charming knight's armor.

I expand and expand, and slowly I drop. A pin in your hand, and watch me go pop!

Depending on who you ask, I can be a cold projectile, I can be a cocktail, or I can make a situation become graver the longer it lasts. What am I?

I’m narrow, I’m nimble, I cut through the tide, with paddle in hand, a lone rider glides. I read the same forward as I do behind, what am I that floats on waves so wide?

The universal night lamp Guiding the world with borrowed glow. There's an Oscar winning movie with this name