February 20, 2011
This was my bedroom, before. Crusty, water-stained walls and semi-ruined tiles from the early 1900s.
I plastered, painted, and had the floor professionally scrubbed and polished. The tiles look better but are still very distressed. But that’s OK. After all, I moved to Sicily to embrace antiquity, didn’t I? They’re refreshingly cool in August, ice-rink cold in December. Someday I hope to afford an antique Sicilian lace curtain.
Nice old blocks of sandstone were discovered on one wall, so I left it raw.
I added a new knob to the squeaky old door. For €20 you can get a glass one made in Venice!
My gaudy plastic chandelier lights up my life.
Dogs bark in the distant canyons at night. Mornings I wake up to sunshine, gonging bells, and fluttering doves.
The room is still a work in progress. I’d love to hear if you have a design idea. And please don’t say “pull down that horrid chandelier.”