It is curtains for me
Really!
When we went to the Wairarapa a month ago for an extended Anzac weekend holiday (read: shopping and peering at Peter Jackson's house to see if he is building a railway, he is!), we somewhat randomly ordered some curtains, without doing any of that tedious checking out samples to see if they'll match the house stuff.
The woman is delivering them today. We can't remember what they're like at all.
And we can't think why we decided to spend money on curtains rather than cases of wine and cocaine.
Middle-aged I suppose.
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Writing about them is slightly more worrying.
You can't remember what they are like. Excellent. This is a sign of profound sanity. Watch out for signs of worrying about whether they go with other items in the room, or whether you should have gone for the "Portobello moonlight" instead of the "Bono armpit", as this is truly the sign of being middle class and middle aged, the group who will be first up against the wall when the revolution comes.
Profound sanity unfortunately is not spending a small fortune on curtains that are 10cm too short.
Fuckers.
No problem, just sew a strip across the bottom. You will find this easier and cheaper than shortening the windows.
Martha, Tom is quite right. I have been in receipt of his counsel for years, and attribute much of my success in the world to his advice.
I would have either shortened the windows or gone in pursuit of the suppliers with a machete. The latter might make for more sensational blogging, but I suspect that the eventual outcome might be viewed as detrimental.
You boys should start an interior design business. You really have the knack.
Ms Hubris, a pic for you. I avoided sticking one up initially as I can live without people berating my taste, but I suspect you'll like them. I hope so anyway.
I think they are effing awesome! (no swearing on your blog eh?)
Thanks Kate. They'll be even better when I re-hem them. They were too short originally, but with trickery and tomfoolery, they're going to be fine.
And for the price of that Louis Ghost, you could probably afford a bottle or two of Bolly, with perhaps enough left over for a couple of grams. Priorities!
Tom, I know. The sacrifices I make for decor.
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