Walking into a Tuscan space is like being kissed by a sunset and wrapped up in candlelight. These interiors and their marigold shades never fail to touch my heart and warm my soul.
My parents' home was done in this style, so it's also wonderfully familiar and comforting to me. Each time I go home, I'm am delighted by the eloquence with which which their old world decor communicates elegance, maturity, and grace.
Of course there is the romance and luxury of it that I succumb to. I am fortunate enough to have a very lovely memory of staying in a bedroom just like this during a weekend getaway to Pienza Tuscany when I lived in Rome. It is one of my fondest memories of my time in Italy.
And again, I am reminded that the strength with which we are drawn to a space is tightly bound to the depth of the memory or emotion it conjures...