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Monday, 26 September 2011

Industrial Chic in the Autumn

Industrial chic is a term that has been much bandied about of late.  While I have never been one to adhere blindly to the current trend or fad, I confess that I have fallen victim to it's appeal especially when there is a deliberate collision between the hard and the soft.  There is a neighbourhood nearby that has a yearly community yard sale as part of a general neighbourhood festival.  The main street is cordoned off so that one is forced to park at a distance and then walk.  Monsieur, who had never attended, was kind enough to accompany me.  I saw this rusty, crusty, fireplace grate plonked unceremoniously in a drive way and was captivated immediately by its aged charm. 


Monsieur was even more captivated and decided that he had to have it.  I, however, after trying to lift a corner of it above the pavement and being unable to budge it by even one percent of a millimeter, voiced strong doubts. 



Do you know how wonderful it is to have a co-conspirator who indulges my whims and fancies?  Monsieur is just such a one.  I, whilst appreciating Monsieur's enthusiasm, wished very much for my co-conspirator to remain up right rather than prostrate, bent into a U-shape for the rest of his days, from the Herculean effort of hauling what amounted to two metric tonnes of cast iron to the car which was parked many, many blocks away and so laughed with incredulity at the confident suggestion that transportation would be a breeze.


But Monsieur would not be gainsayed and after a certain amount of strategic negotiating on Monsieur's part, $30 exchanged hands. The owner very kindly gave us a trolley with the proviso that it was "garbage" and the wheels "don't work."  He was right.  After 10 steps, the plastic wheels and spokes gave up the ghost from their crushing burden and everything swayed precariously to one side, nearly crushing us as well.



Monsieur ended up carrying it the rest of the way.  I will not describe this feat except to say that I witnessed the impossible.  I am not sure whether to applaud his stubborn determination, kiss him for recklessly indulging my fancies, be a little less vocal in the future in my admiration of heavy objects, or request that his head be examined.


So now, here it sits front and center, proudly crowned with Autumn's harvest and wreathed in the Autumnal colours that are Monsieur's favourites.


Every day, Monsieur's admiration for the grate grows and grows doubtless in part because it bears testament to man's triumph over metal.  And I admit that my admiration for his heart felt enthusiasm and never ending support grows daily as well.

Jann at A Daily Cup From Mrs. Olson  awarded me a Versatile Blogger Award.


Thank you so very much.  I have to share 7 things about myself which are as follows:
1) I drink a cup of green tea every morning.  It is a little ritual that helps me get started with my day.
2) I like learning new things.
3) I am acknowledged to be a slow eater but, when it comes to Monsieur's cooking, I can polish off my   plate quite speedily.
4) I adore furbabies.
5) I am a dreamer yet have a practical side.
6) One of my best friends has been my friend since we were in Grade One.
7) I buy a newspaper once a week just for the weekly TV listings insert.  

I am supposed to pass the award on to 10 other bloggers who are as follows:

 All of them are wonderful blogs. Please take a peek!



















Monday, 12 September 2011

Morning Glory

Long weekends make everything and nothing possible.  One can do whatever one desires or one can do nothing at all.  That is the beauty of the long weekend.  And what could be better than Labour Day long weekend to dally in bed a little longer and delight in breakfast whilst reclining grandly against sumptuous pillows and contemplating doing nothing particularly laborious?


There is something so wonderfully decadent about breakfast in bed.  The day patiently awaits one's pleasure.


Or rather, the entire world can wait as one bites in a buttery croissant.


Any day is perfect if one can start by inhaling the scent of a perfect white rose.


The frosty tartness of lemonade with floating slices of lemon reminds one of the golden days of Summer.


The morning dawns glorious when a loved one asks, "Would you like breakfast in bed?" and that touch of loving kindness suffuses the rest of the day, as it should.







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