Skip to main content

Kitchen Remodel Curtain Decision Fatigue

 I decided to sew new curtains for my new kitchen. I love the fabric. I love the curtain style I chose. I love nothing else.

First, I sewed the curtains to fit the current rods but then I decided to buy different rods. First set of rods--too big, returned. Second set of rods--okay. 

New curtains on new rods--bad. One too short; one too long. Hemmed, adjusted, shortened, lengthened, added trim. 

Put up completely altered curtains--hated placement of rods. Moved rods up; moved rods down. So many screw holes in old wood. My apologies. Went back to original rod on one window but kept new rod on other window. Considered adding third curtain with new rod to big window I'd previously decided not to do any curtains on at all. Except I don't have enough of the fabric to do the window I'd decided not to put curtains on. 

I have three windows in my kitchen all looking slightly different. This is stupid. 

I hate it all now. 

So? First I browsed through Etsy and Pinterest to bombard my brain with thousands of more choices in order to solve my inability to make a decision. Then I came here to blog about it. 

Next I'm going to give up and move on to another project. This is great.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Flash Fiction - Guilt Free

And this one I wrote for the fun of it. It was delicious to wallow in such a world of self-indulgence I'll never know. This is flash fiction (less than 1,000 words). Guilt Free It was fudge sauce, thick and cold from the back of the fridge, dipped in gourmet raspberry jam—the kind from France with the understated label—straight onto a spoon and then suckled in my mouth, a frosty mug of milk tremoring faintly in my left hand, to be gulped in indelicate swaths allowing a dribble or two down my front, the first time I hit her. Not really hit. Shoved. A forceful push. A push that began with contact. The contact of my hand wedging so neatly between her small sharp shoulder blades, wedging in so that I almost could not retract myself from the catapulting force launching her into the tub. Not a hit—there was no smacking, cracking, sharp stinging rebound. No bruise. She’d laughed. She’d thought it was a game. Like when I clapped my hands together as she went up the stairs, cla...

So What About Mother's Day?

I was looking ahead on the calendar to our next visit and suddenly realized it fell during Mother's Day weekend. A flood of mixed emotions hit me immediately. Mother's Day is not a deeply important holiday to me. It's nice and all but I've never had super big emotions about it.  The girls can't know what it is yet and won't have any big feelings this year. But...years from now...will this be a uniquely difficult holiday?  So if no one cares right now can I just kinda slide this one under the rug and avoid all the drama? Please, please, please someone confirm this is a real option!?! Ugh, but what about the birth family. Is this a big deal for them? Are there major traditions? Will this be a minefield of potential hurt feelings? Is there a tactful way to call them up and say, so, on a scale of 1 to 10 how invested are you into making this a big rigamarole? While thinking this through I did some googling and found that the local zoo does a special Mother...

Birthday Party

Today was Kate's 2nd birthday party. We'd planned it long ago to be a chance for family who hadn't seen the girls in awhile to see them and also to meet us. During the trial some family members were there and tempers were running high. I began to regret getting them all together just two days later and considered cancelling the whole thing. On the drive there we strategized and had back-up plans including calling the police. Never in my life have I had to think this way. We left Gus and James at home just so they wouldn't have to witness anything...and Theo and I wouldn't have to think about getting them out of there quickly if it came to that. Only Seth came to take pictures. In the end everything was fine. The angry members did not come--proving yet again that they live for their own drama and self-absorption and cannot consider what the children may want or need.  We had maternal grandma (Laura) and her ex-boyfriend (Ken) there. Ken has been one of the mo...