There are roses blooming all over Toronto just now. I must see fifty different kinds on my walk to and from work. So, for the olfactory betterment of Stegelburg, I stopped at my favourite flower shop to buy two for the kitchen.
While the woman at the shop was wrapping my yellow roses, I began to realize I was surrounded by the most heavenly smell. When I asked her what it was, she said, “Oh, it must be the stock.” She went over to the cooler and pulled out a bunch of pale purple flowers. When I inhaled, my knees practically buckled.
There was a man who came in just then and I turned to him, still giddy from the scent, and said, “If you’re here to buy flowers for another human being, I highly recommend these.”
We both took some home.
Only moments after finishing my first quilt and saying, “Remind me never to do this again,” I’m looking at this diamond-pattern, completely smitten.
I look forward to regretting this.
The quilt is done.
I hope no one was timing me.
Some old pictures of a very lovely day…
This is the counter top I imagine at New Stegelburg, only a bit thicker.
I love the idea of heavy, oiled wood—something that will stain and scar over time, and something substantial enough you could sand it down a little every now and again…
Swoon.
Tub down, stove to go…
We’d settle for this one. Heh.
Rub-a-dub-dub…
Guess who just acquired a cast-iron claw-foot bathtub for less than $100?
Go Team Stegelburg!
A very good sign.
Last night I dreamt we went to the house and took everything away from the walls to find they were impossibly warped and bulging. We took up the carpets and found all the floors were plywood.
And I loved it anyway.
This is absolutely possible. ABSOLUTELY.
I searched this picture and found it is an example of a “potager” or kitchen garden, defined as a mix of vegetables and ornamentals, or a vegetable garden designed with beauty in mind.
Christopher had a look and agreed this is just what we want…
