Looks like it could be an Italian villa along a waterfront.

Our house was originally built in the 1950s by a doctor, who used it as a summer home. And it's been added on. We have three bedrooms. But two are rather small. Jack and Kiki had those small bedrooms. Now, one of them is my "garden room," with my desk and computer and books and books and books. It's on the side of the house facing a deck and the lake. About 50 feet from the lake. A sliding glass door gives us access to the deck. And on the opposite side of the room there's a closet with sliding-mirrored doors, which reflect the outdoors and the lake. And on the south side, which I am facing as I type on the computer, are sliding windows. On the north side is a wall full of book shelves. And the room has lots of lamps. Several with fairly bright bulbs for when I'm working on the computer. But also smaller amber lights. When I'm just sitting in the room and pondering romantic thoughts. The closet is chockful of colorful t-shirts on hangars and sweaters and jogging pants. And at the top of the closet are more book shelves. And there's a big pickle cactus in the room. And some artificial flowers that give the room some gorgeous color. And I have some hanging baskets hanging from the ceiling of tongue-in-grove boards stained walnut. And there's a painting hanging on the wall, crammed between bookshelves. Looks like it could be an Italian villa along a waterfront. --Jim Broede