let the sunshine in, or not
So here's the rummage sale curtain in all its new glory as my bedroom window curtain. It took some surgery: I had to separate it into two panels and convert the rod tunnel into tabs so it would stay in the "bunched back" position without ties. But for $5 and the amount that I love it, which is so much I just want to sit in my bedroom all afternoon with the curtains drawn like some overaged Goth girl, that bit of sweat equity was well worth it. It is obviously hard to take a good photograph of a curtain, it being backlit and all, but you get the general idea.
Speaking of Goth tendencies, I won't go so far as to say I have been feeling unpopular, exactly, the past couple days, but I did think to myself, gee, it's funny the posts people comment on and the ones they don't. Was that yard sale post too boastful? Pictures and stories about my daughter too self-indulgent? What is a blog if not self-indulgence anyway? As an only child, I am very good at this kind of over-analysis. Not to mention as a person who is ambivalent about keeping a blog in the first place. (Although this here makes three posts in three days, so maybe I'm on some kind of a new roll – we'll see!)
Well, it turns out I had accidentally disabled comments. Whoops! Thanks to the loyal Kirsten for pointing that out. I've fixed it now, so comment away. Whoa, not all at once!