Monday, December 14, 2009
We have a potbelly stove we affectionately refer to as 'Iris'. When the wind is howling down the chimney and she roars, we personify her by saying things like "Iris is angry". Sometimes she really sounds demonic. Our cat's sprawl out in front of her in absolute bliss. We are hardly ever cold, and our heating bill is pretty reasonable.
While away on our honeymoon is Dennysville, Maine; we stayed at an amazing little cottage on the Denny's River. On each floor of the Narrow's Cottage was a beautiful antique stove. The cook stove was just spectacular and reminiscent of the one in my childhood home. I took pictures because I think I will do a series of prints featuring these old beauties.