Sofas and Scones

If anyone had asked me before how I felt about sofas, I don't think I would have had a whole lot to say. But now!  For the past two and a half weeks, I have been sitting either on the floor or on a hard wooden chair, which do not comfy reading spots make ! Oh squashy, loungey sofa you. We don't have to call it a sofa. Couch is nice too, I could go either way. The color--a soft sage gray. The feel--a perfect combination of soft and firm. The length is just right for sleeping--there is no need for bending ones legs in any funny positions or for draping one off the side.  And there is not just the one, lonely couch. Noooo lonely only-ies here! There is a lovely matching loveseat too!  That is all about the couch for now, but as we get better acquainted there may be more.

 

In other news, I went to the Garfield Park Conservatory earlier this week. It is one of the most beautiful places I have seen in Chicago so far (the Lake takes the cake).  A very sad thing happened to it in June --there was a giant Midwest style  hailstorm and almost all the glass shattered all over the place. So only a couple exhibits were open to the public when we were there, but that is ok because now we will go back very soon.  We brought watercolors and my intention was to find some brightly colored thing, of which there were many, and which are very nicely expressed with watercolors. Instead I became obsessed with this shiny metal spiral staircase that leads up to the roof of the conservatory.  It is hard to see in the picture, but Spanish moss is hanging down from the curving handrails all the way up to the top.  So instead of painting, I mostly just tried to sketch its looming awesomeness the whole time.

In most recent history, this morning I tried to bake scones. For some inexplicable reason, I have always had this mental image of myself standing in a sunny kitchen, in Chicago, baking fabulous scones. So this morning, Nick very obligingly went to the grocery store to buy baking powder. When he returned, I baked. Here is what I made:

These do not look like scones to me. To me, they bear an eerie resemblance to chocolate chip cookies.  But they taste delicious! Better luck next time. Notice the Ed Hardy juice glasses in the background. This is one classy image.

I'm just going to post one last picture.