|utterly restrained: white on white with a little punch of color and pattern|
In the late '70s one of my aunts lived in the historic district of my hometown - that's the Corn Hill district in Rochester, NY. She rented one of the Victorian houses that sets that neighborhood apart from the rest of the city. Now here's where it gets hazy - it's not clear whether my memory is from that location or from an actual regular apartment. But my aunt is ironing something while wearing a long dressing gown (probably true, that was so her). There are white curtains billowing around from an open balcony door (unclear, around this point I lived in an apartment with a balcony). That's about it. A place with no furnishings except maybe a mattress on the floor, with a white sheet, and flowing white fabric. And for some reason I think the breeze was cold.
|get me a sweater: a room that reads as ice cold|