Last week I posted a photo of a lonesome little potted plant wedged in the window of The Castle. The following is a detailed description of this fine citadel.
The Castle, a fearsome fortress of estrogen, stands in the kingdom of High Park. Six princesses currently reside there, although Princess Grzetic is pledged to marry a prince from a neighbouring kingdom and she will be transporting her estate by chariot later next week.
The Castle boasts six private quarters, a wing dedicated to quiet study and artistic endeavours, two food preparation halls, two lounges for entertaining foreign delegates, a grand front entrance, manicured gardens, and a dungeon.
The princesses cohabit in harmony with each other and relative kingdoms around them. The Castle has been the setting for many elaborate balls thrown in honour of the princesses or one of their aristocratic peers, including the 80s themed masquerade for Princess Seachrist before she was reinstated as royalty in her home nation.
Each one of the chambers are carefully decorated according to the discriminating tastes of each princess. The following pictorial narrative reveals a rare glimpse into the boudoir of Princess Payne and, indeed, the life of the young monarch herself.
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Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
foto friday: midsummer night's dream
A few weekends ago, a bunch of friends gathered together to celebrate the birthday of Miss Jess. Instead of booking a reservation at a restaurant (how 2009!) or crowding someone's living room we took the festivities outside - and the result was magic!
People took turns climbing benches, tables and trees (including Melissa B., who is in her third trimester) to set the backdrop. Guests supplied wine and food, we started a few games of cards, and the party lasted well into the night.
Afterwards, Jess mused that the decor, tone and characters of the evening were such a perfect representation of her and what she loves. As if the curtains of her heart had been drawn and there we all were. Celebrating her, surrounded by decorative beauty, having fun.
If the curtains of your heart were drawn, what would you see?
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