Bedrooms - Sleep - Italian Fabrics. . .

 

Rest, relaxation and sleep. 

Something we all need

 to help us through this time.

Do you sleep well these days?

Have you made changes to your bedroom

since the pandemic struck?

This is not my bedroom. 

The photo is of a room I really love. 

So different with it's barely there shades on linens,

walls, armoire paint, and the plain scrubbed floor.

SuzAnna's Antiques

 I would add at least one beautiful thing to the wall - perhaps

this collage of a sweet bird and embroidered fabrics.

Then I found this photo of a bathroom in similar colors.

My first trip to Tuscany was twenty years ago before blogging

 began. A dream visit which has never faded from memory.

 I purchased some linens in the lovely small town of Cortona, 

yes, the setting for Frances Mayes' much loved book

 'Under the Tuscan Sun', later made into a movie.

That memorable small shop was filled with beautiful finished linens

 for bed and table, but too heavy and bulky to bring home. 

I purchased several linen kitchen tea towels though, such great quality, 

and I'm still using them. . . . . . . they have even become better with age.

Looking through storage boxes in the attic last week I came

 across a length of woven linen also purchased there. 

The linen is the color of old gold with a blue thread running

 through it which makes it a different color on the reverse.

It really is beautiful, somewhat loosely woven, with a pattern

of leaves.

The pale peach damask on the chair seat is a piece of fabric left over

 from pillow covers I made years back when sewing home decor

 items for customers.

I've no plans to redecorate a bedroom any time soon, however if I do, 

I may gravitate toward these gentle shades. They certainly bring 

back memories of wonderful past trips to Italy. . . . . . where I stayed

in some very special bedrooms, including a palace in Florence,

an olive farm near Sienna, and a 5 star Venetian hotel.

 

Regarding sleepless nights - do you ever do this?

During these past months I've had nights when sleep is disturbed.

Counting sheep jumping over fences just doesn't work for me!

Instead, I pick a trip to a special place, perhaps a distant island,

 or a city, a safari location, even my expedition to Antarctica.

Remembering my time in those places, and making myself recall

 details. . . . . .believe it or not, I'm soon in dreamland!