“The old ironing room” Her name was Margherita, a sweet and elegant old lady, the queen of our laundry room. I remember I was escaping from my room and my homeworks, climbing that candid,white, huge table (or maybe i was so little that it seemed enormous) and lay huddled among the fresh bedclothes. For many minutes I was observing her, fascinated by her secure movements, made of traditions and experience. The washing machine was working non stop and I remember the sound of it was kind of therapeutic, like a relaxing music. Sometimes I fell asleep and suddenly wake up when the “music” of the wash machine was finished. Every time I see a place like this, I smell the perfume of a laundry room, see an iron or hear a wash machine, all these memories come back to my heart. I smile, I feel alive, and for a moment I am still dreaming, on that white table, under the protection of Margherita again . 🫧 #guidotaroniphotographer #photography #interiordesign #interior #photographer #photooftheday