Lamp shade

And, no, I'm not wearing it

And today's literary snippet:

I lived in what they called the garden house. This was a plain, single-story building at the front of the garden. Its walls were pink-washed like those of the big house, and inside it was simple and bare-scrubbed floors and big echoing grey-walled rooms slatted all day against the sun, beautifully quiet and airy, and smelling of sunburned pines and lemon blossom. my bedroom window opened on one of the camellia avenues which led downhill towards the lily pools where frogs croaked and splashed all night.

Mary Stewart