Just your daily dose of puppy kisses. Straight from Archibald to you -- yeah, you!
22 April 2014
21 April 2014
As i'm typing this, it's 75 degrees outside and the skies are filled with the stormiest, heaviest clouds. And so, Denver, you are killin' it today with the weather. hallelujah, and thank you.
And, about my new tee from stylelately! I love it. Since I'm a bit of a sweet-toothy one, a girl's girl when it comes to my wardrobe...I like the juxtaposition when worn with a favorite floral skirt. It's got a hint of edge, a certain level of badassery I wasn't naturally endowed with. I plan to wear this one thin. Since, as we know, like wine and sassy old broads, tees only get better with age.
19 April 2014
Yesterday afternoon, Robert & I enjoyed a sunshiny outing. We've no stoop per se, so we borrowed someone else's. We sat on the steps in the shade of a tree (for an hour? two hours?) and we talked about where we should move next year, and about maybe picking up tennis this summer. He admired a bed of daffodils. And we talked about our dream house -- of porches and stoops, and a small backyard, of white walls, of wide windows, and archways, of nooks and crannies, of soft-spoken antiqueness, of history...of dark hardwood floors -- of tiny feet running across them.
And on the way home, we passed this building, which we stopped to admire for a few minutes. The heavy wooden doors, the golden pulls, stained glass, silver-painted radiator -- and the looming white columns, the sun-shaped light fixture. There's a patch of grass that runs around it -- perfect for lounging with a book on summer mornings. I had to look it up, the Perrenoud, when we got home. The building, in the Swallow Hill Historic District, was constructed in 1901 by three sisters -- Adele, Zelie, and R. Louise -- and in its heyday, the building functioned as a sort of private club -- on the lower level was a kitchen with a full time chef, a dining room, a ballroom, staffed laundry, maids and servants. The building still houses a birdcage elevator -- the last functioning one in Denver. I've a habit of getting all caught up in histories -- I like to hear people's stories, and I like to know the histories of places, of things, too. So there's a bit about the Perrenoud, and how we passed it on a warm Friday in April -- one busy with daydreams.