I don't know why I didn't use this picture last post. OUTTAKE ALERT. Perhaps because it looks like I have a milk mustache? Perhaps because that day I was actually feeling SO SERIOUS? I do not feel serious today. I FEEL MILK MOUSTACHE-Y.
...? But, why not?
See: I have a face.
I've done a smidge o' exploring in Omaha. I traipsed north of my hotel (I think it was north, I don't actually know) and touched some flowers, and sniffed some flowers, because I do that.
The texture and color of peonies particularly slays me.
I was really hoping to stumble on Jocelyn Castle, because I knew it was in the area. But didn't know where. I think, if you have the choice, that it's always best not to plan to find castles, but instead, to happen upon them. Wisdom.
I love it when buildings are run by public trusts because then I can snoop and traipse all I want. So I did.
Scant research (on my part) has since taught me that the castle is inspired by ones in Scotland, and yet, the lettering for the sign to the castle is decidedly arts and crafts. (I decided. Feeling adverby, I guess.) But there are some great arts n' craftsy touches. And this door, which reminds me of The Door by Ivan Albright. Deep love for that painting.
As well as everyday mosaic. Prosaic mosaic. Man I love mosaic.
But also - ALSO - and this is what endears this castle-house to me especially: it has a greenhouse. A GREENHOUSE. Which reminds me of Green Card. Which if you didn't know, is one of my absolute favorite movies. I don't have a green thumb (perhaps a pink one?) but I would still make such good use of a tiny greenhouse if I had one. (It's hard to see, here, but it's right there. In the middle. And it has green things in it.)
And no castle is really complete without stained glass.
Sigh. They only do tours on Sundays, and I have to make my way back home, by way of a nice stop in Illinois.
But I can perhaps comfort myself with a stop here:
Tomorrow, I will get my thrift on.
(And the post title is a nod to my favorite Shirley Jackson. It reminds me...)