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The Curtains
The French, because they have shutters, don’t go in for curtains like we do in Ireland.
When we were planning the decoration of the rooms we decided initially to follow suit and leave the windows clear.
Not a great idea.
Our Irish customers told us that they spent their time hiding, feeling that they might be exposed to the people on the Place de L’Eglise.
Then we found some nice sheer linen ones which, like Irish net curtains, gave one privacy.
But not of course by night.
We were lucky enough to inherit some old linen sheets from an aunt of Síle’s and it was herself who got the notion that a sheet, cut up the middle, would provide the right amount of privacy without spoiling the slightly monastic simplicity of the bedrooms.
La Chambre Famille with thier new Rideaux.
She was right.
We have since found similar sheets in vide greniers here, all with beautiful drawn thread work, which are being used for other bedrooms.
This is another picture of the new curtains, included only because it instantly reminded me of a scene in Hitchcocks Rebecca.
I can see the dread Mrs. Danvers silhouetted by them.
Comments
Peter
on November 19, 2010It’s curtains over here in Ireland too . . . . .
Martin
on November 19, 2010….And the last man out will have to pull them…..
(I am doing a special deal on French asylums this week)
Petra
on November 20, 2010Ah yer auld miseryguts – will yis stop tearing those beautiful curtains into pun-sized shreds! They are a joy to behold and create a wonderfully dreamy atmosphere. The prospect of a French asylum never sounded more tempting…
Martin
on November 20, 2010Ah sure maam and aren’t your lot after fixin’ us .
The Arch Angela of Merkel herself. God save her.
Petra
on November 20, 2010Ah now – have you studied the Archangels lately? They’re a fierce lot, so they are! No need to go to Catholic Hell for the authentic fire and brimstone treatment…
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