This week I’m not feeling great — just a cold, brought on, no doubt, by my ill-advised comment to a friend that we hadn’t been sick so far this winter. Challenge the gods, why don’t you. Call down the jinx. Ugh.
So I’m not up to fixing the world’s problems right now, but I though you might like to see my new valance over the sink.
I was telling you about changing the curtains in my kitchen. It’s a funny room. There are a million things to deal with in this room: Doorways, stairs, fireplace, windows, traffic patterns. There’s hardly any place to put the appliances and some counters, which is why I have so few. And before you drool over my pantry, remember that it’s a necessity brought on by utterly inadequate storage in the main room.
The kitchen is built onto the squareness of the main house as a sort of large extension. It’s exposed on opposite sides (though, not to the south, which is a source of real sadness to me) (when you build your house, make sure that parts of it open to the south, preferably the parts where the mother spends a lot of her time) (we didn’t build this house, though).
And that means that it gets cold in the winter. So I came up with the quilt idea for the slider (wouldn’t French doors be lovely?). I really like how it works.
And the linen tablecloth lined with the old poly curtain for above the radiator, so that the lovely heat doesn’t fly right out the window. (In summer we can open the window right up and get a cool breeze from the shaded part of the deck, so that is, I won’t say well planned, but serendipitous).
|There is just no point in letting the heat from the radiator go right out the window, however double-paned or energy-efficient it might be (and this one is medium, at best). Better to physically block the exit route.|
After these changes, I still had the old blue and white valance over the sink window. You can see the “before” of my valance and the “mistreatment” I use in summertime to block the eastern sun here. I thought it was pretty. Bridget still does — she does not suffer change lightly, that girl. But I wanted to move on. Eleven years or more is a long time to look at the same thing. And I can still use the “mistreatment” with things this new way.
What I did was visit Rosie, who had found two Battenburg lace runners of different lengths at a thrift store. I told her my plans — I had been looking for just such a piece of lace! Really and truly! And she kindly offered me one. She’s so generous.
So I put some little tabs on the back for the rod and popped it up there.
Of course, as others have rightly observed, it’s as difficult to take flattering pictures of window treatments as of one’s own figure! But I did my best. I love my new lace valance!