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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.

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