But sometimes, life intervenes…..
Let me take you on a tour of this collector's treasure trove, Madam's Charleston home. But let me explain:
Ellen lives in what was called the kitchen house. In the plantation era, a "kitchen house" was a separate dwelling next to a huge southern home, used by the "help"( i.e. slaves), to fix the food for the main house. Many of the plantation owners kept large dwellings in Charleston and there are still some of these kitchen houses to be found in the historic district. The "big" house that was adjacent to Ellen's property has long since been destroyed. If it wasn't one of the fires, or sieges of war, it was just old age that killed it.
Again, within one week, I felt like I was staying in a five star…. this one a "bed and breakfast inn".
The entry through one of two doors from the garden.
Two of the paintings in this photo are my oil sketches done with a palette knife, can you guess which ones? Madame seized them from my sketch book and we bargained just like we always do at the flea market.
In case you want to know, I did this one, "the nude", and "the pear and carafe" sketch.
There are lots of buddhas and mirrors in this place.
Ellen's father ( an engineer by profession), made all of the curtains for the house. Each curtain is lined with contrasting brocade or silk from fabric lovingly chosen in France or Britain.
The dining room has a gas fireplace.
The painting "en bas" is a Van Gogh copy that I did and had framed in Nice.
the master bedroom….
….hey that's an original I painted. ( I can't get over seeing my work on a wall in Charleston!)
The guest room ( my room) with a view out over the trees in front.