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, September 17, 2010
foto friday: bits of brown
A diversion from your Friday tasks.
I love this ad for TTC metropasses.
It's unusual to find creative government-funded advertising.
A study in rust.
Out, damn'd spot! out, I say! Cleaning day at Maison de Gazaneo. Dishes, laundry, vacuuming. The mountainous grouping of pillows seen in the far left are the insides of our couches. Which we also laundered. In a fit of cleanliness that left us both exhausted, our pets confused, and our house minty fresh.
Oberon, still determined to shed on the red couch.
This little plant has been wedged in the The Castle's* landing window all summer. It makes me happy.
I can't tell you the extent of my love of hamsters.
You would disown me. This one is Emily's.
A charming place called the Holy Oak Café, at Bloor & Landsdowne. It smells of cottage and feels equally as cozy. The (decaf) Americano changed me.
* More on The Castle next week.
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