Can you figure out what this post is about? I had mentioned before my struggle with window treatments and how I am an absolute terror when it comes to selecting the right kinds of curtains.
Take my front picture window for instance; Let’s have a look back through the years, shall we?
The very first curtains I put up on the window were actually 8 panels all together. On one window.
On a double rod, I had hanging 4 sheer panels and 4 panels of some other type of see-throughish material. Despite that there were four sets of curtains on the front window, at night-time, if my inside lights were on and you walked by my home, you could see everything as if it were day time and I had nothing on the windows. Where my mind was when I purchased these atrocities, I have no idea. I really selected them thinking it would work out well.
This was the worst case of curtainage in the history of man kind.
After they were hung up did I think these looked good, or even okay? Absolutely not. Did I have any idea what to do to fix the problem? Well, sort of. I obviously should have returned everything immediately but I am not good with that stuff. Plus, I had no idea what to do with such a big window. I’d rather suffer with the ugly than return them and start from scratch.
The ridiculous curtains sat on that window for
6 years a little while and I did my best to ignore them. I deeply hated them but Huz was a control freak about money and swapping them out for another epic fail that I wouldn’t return plus trying to figure out what would work wasn’t an option I was going to exersize.
Just because something is free, it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good.
Sure, these free curtains might work well in other places such as in a pimps house, or perhaps on a bridesmaid, maybe even in a gaudy hotel or a garbage can; they just didn’t work well in my home. The free curtains did have one thing going for them though, they weren’t see through so I kept them up instead of putting back up the failure #1’s. Nevermind that they reflected an enormous amount of light and could be quite blinding to look at directly, no one walking their dog could see what were doing inside anymore. So, again, the ugly curtains hung on my window, not looking a bit good, for almost 2 years.
This now leads me to Failure #3, which I have no photo for, but be thankful and just use your imagination here.
I thought, yes, I really thought, it might be a good idea to get a long tension rod and just hang up plain canvas curtains that would fit the window just so, there was absolutely no fabric touching the frame at all. I think this may have been an even worse idea than my first and second failures and ended up removing the window covering entirely. At that point I decided that I had enough with the window curtain drama and was completely done with ugly. I put those curtains up in my bedroom (they worked pretty good actually) then disgustedly
threw stuck the tension rod in a closet somewhere. I left the picture window blank and made faces at it every chance I had.
Then something happened… I became obsessed.
Why was this so damn difficult for me? I am a smart girl, I know a thing or two about style. Why was succeeding at hanging up some good-looking curtains so illusive? I re-read all of my books, articles, tips, webpages and basically just stared at that stupid blank window for days. I thought and thought, then searched and searched, and measured and measured and finally measured and searched some more. When I figured out my plan of what I thought was the best solution to my problem I then doubted myself. First of all, obviously I am not good at windows and second, the solution I came up with was going to cost a small fortune.
Then I finally did it, I got my confidence and I made up my mind. I knew that I had the right idea. I knew I found the perfect solution and with my chin high, I bought everything I needed to turn my nightmare into a dream. I held my breath and crossed my fingers as they went up, saying out loud, “these are the ones.” Once they were in place, I just stood there and stared. To this day I can not help but smile when I look at what is now, after 7 years, beautifully gracing my window.