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You know something? It just dawned on me that I haven’t, not once, gone shopping for curtains in the year that I’ve lived in our ugly duckling of a house.
When we first moved in, I promptly ripped down each and every. single. one. of the dusty, heavy curtains that the previous owner left me. She sweetly implied it was her way of helping me keep my neighbors from peeking in our windows, but I really think she just didn’t want to bother taking them down after she nailed them into the wall.
|The living room, November 2009. Decor circa 1986.|
|The master bedroom, November 2009.|
They made the house feel like a crypt (or for you Atlanta residents, the Monster Mansion at Six Flags). I did my part for mother earth and used them as drop cloths. I even have a few to this day, folded away in the garage for future painting use.
As we’ve redone each room, I’ve been removed the ghastly, 20-year-old blinds that had seen better days in exchange for white 2″ faux wood blinds. Seeing the pop of white against the windows immediately brightened every room we hung them in.
And there, each room has sat, curtainless. While the blinds have left each room much improved, I have been avoiding hanging curtains at every opportunity in favor of putting them on a waiting list. Having our new surround sound in the living room, however, is making our little curtain problemo more obvious. And so, another era in the house is soon to end. I’m moving on to the Curtain Age.