The search is over! Last week, I finally got curtains for our living room. One may question such jubilation over curtains, but one should mind one’s own business because one doesn’t know the state of my life.
Because our house is so small and until last week we didn’t have air conditioning and we have a one car garage that we are forced to use for storage because we have no space and even if we wanted to use it the door doesn’t work and we have no money to fix it and our back yard is one giant slope that requires mountain climbing skills to get down, it’s the little things that matter. So back off and let me have them!
Getting the curtains made me feel like such an adult. I think everyone has those one or two things in their minds that signify adulthood. These just happen to be one of mine. Until a few months ago, we had a wood stove in our living room. Country people use these for heat. Husband and my dad thought it was the greatest thing that could have ever happened to a house, but shockingly, I was of the opposite opinion. They went on and on about lowering our heating bills and being warm and toasty in wintertime. I countered with the fact that it took up an entire corner of our living room which made it impossible to center anything along the walls and that it took up five square feet of space in an already tiny area. It turned out to be more of a hassle for us than a money saver so we moved it out. Yeah creosote!
Gaining that extra space made me feel as if I could finally have a real life living room again. Not just an area that people here call a living room, but a real, furnished, decorated, grown up looking room. I had always feared the curtain what with its ability to take a decently decorated space and make it into a scary, old lady room suited for life sized porcelain dolls and a sugared fake fruit display. But, with my entrance into adulthood hanging in the balance, I steered clear of anything frightening or made of polyester and went with plain ol’ cotton. They are a buttery yellow color and perfect. I wouldn’t say the thing we live in is an actual house yet, but we’re working on it.