project blind-folded

as much as i love decorating and renovating my home, there is one task that i loathe.

shopping for window treatments.

if martha could see my struggle with picking out curtains, drapes, blinds, etc. she would design a much better selection of offerings than what is presently available. first, much of the selection is geared towards my mother's generation. there are not too many selections for hip, twenty-some... oops, thirty-somethings with actual taste in design on a budget. and please goddess, no fruit, lacey cut-outs, ivy or flouncy petticoat type curtains should ever grace a window.

oh sure tarshay markets itself as the design inspiration for those with caviar dreams on a bud light budget, but even their selection and prices aren't exactly high couture. for people with whom furniture is often shabby and not because its chic, designing a line of offerings for them to remind them that they are too poor to afford better stuff is just cruel. especially when the price points are still too pricey for them. ouch.

my family room has 14 fucking windows. yes, fucking windows. i say it every summer and spring when i clean the fuckers and change from the light and airy white curtains to the heavy-please-tell-me-the-sun-is-still-there drapes with thermal linings. a room with 14 windows gets mighty nipply.

but it is not for those windows why i am in the midst of my present shopping nightmare. this time i know what i don't want in my upstairs bathroom. nothing heavy to block the great light, but something that will prevent the peep show i've provided my neighbors in the next cul-de-sac behind me (for free!) the last few days. no frills, flowers, bright colors, pastel-ly colors, or anything expensive.

thank goddess the trees' leaves are filling in as nature's curtains to block my peep show to most of my neighbors. i am not usually an exhibitionist, but now that my bathroom renovation is complete (sans curtains, of course) i am going to use it.

the answer to my problem might just be a sewing machine away, but my recent attempts to sew a button on my pants (yup, it popped) reinforced the notion that despite my creative juices, there are some skills i just haven't mastered. or even entered into the shallow end of the pool with yet.

until then, i'll continue looking and hope my neighbors aren't.