I am so excited. We have yuck blinds. They're noisy. They are impossible to clean. They're broken. And, oh yeah. Ugly. I absolutely hate them, and have since day one. I briefly though about making my own, but that insanity passed quickly when I remembered I have the sewing skills of a goat.
See the nasties on this thing? GROSS.
I spent a significant amount of time considering our drapery options, and in an ideal world I would find some gorgeous, organic cotton that will cure the world of cancer and smell of gardenias. But, since this world is NOT perfect I decided to get an idea about what I was looking for at Target. I assumed that I would look around, figure out what a drapery is, and then hit up a thrift store for some old, not to ratty sheets. But then I found these:
Color me stoked.
I headed to Home Depot to pick up curtain rods. I found ones that I LOVE, but they are currently out of the budget range. Someday. Until then, I picked up these ones in silver. A couple of screws, my trusty (well, technically Paul's trusty) ryobi drill, and BAM. Curtains.
Evidently, you cannot just screw a screw into the wall, you have to make a hole first. Evidently, once you have that hole you have to apply pressure using the ryobi to make the screw go into the hole. Evidently, you have to mind the order in which you screw things, or else this happens: aka super awkward positioning, and thus hand cramping.
Evidently, while hanging your rods with the curtains on them may look prettier, it does nothing for the actual rod. Evidently, hanging curtains is impossible.
This is what I get for not spending more than six dollars on a drapery rods. This is what I get for drying to be moderately domestic. This is what I get for doing a no good, rotten, thirty-one day challenge. Cue sulking. And pouting. And blogging so furiously I forget to mind my tenses. Why am I doing this again? My house was perfect fine, if not a little bit embarrassing, but only when my perfectly chic, interior domestically inclined in-laws.
Meanwhile, in other parts of the house, this* was happening:
And before I knew it, this had happened:
I'm hoping for a less stressful post tomorrow.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this blog post.