I’m a decor nerd. I was raised by a mom who loved to go big with decor. We had a red velvet sofa set in the great room and brown tweed on the family room. We had giant blue and pink floral ‘70s wallpaper in the dining room, and in the 1990s, black floral wallpaper in the bathroom.
So when I get to see big, glorious decor in person, especially historic decor, I’m giddy.
I stumbled on the house of Nicola Nedkovich yesterday and got a tour of over an hour by the curator, Antoinette, a very French name for a very Bulgarian woman. Named after Marie Antoinette, of course. I told her it was the perfect name for a historian, and she died laughing. When she said children used to tease her about her name as a kid, I asked if she ever told them to “eat cake.” Nedkovich was a textiles merchant who was rich and famous. Eventually his house was left to the city and has become a national monument. Antoinette has been curator there for 39 years, and I absolutely loved her passion for story-telling. I may go back just to visit her one day before I leave.
The entire home is in the lived-in shape of the family. The detail is incredible. Look at the woodworker ceiling! It’s from 1863.
The father and mother had a daughter, and she never married. She remained alone in the house until her death, then left the home to her one faithful servant. Unmarried independent woman with a lifelong “servant”—I said to Antoinette, “You know she wasn’t a servant, right?” And she had a pretty good chuckle.
I’ll be posting a lot of photos from this place in the next couple days as I’m catching up on work. Gosh, I loved it. About $3 to enter.
The first floor had four rooms for entertaining and were where the family spent their days — each was modelled after a different season. This was summer, the red symbolizing the hot days. - 4 hours ago