So a couple of posts ago, someone made that comment that my house was so stylish, it should be in a magazine.
Now while I am highly flattered and seriously grateful for that remark, I actually laughed out loud when I read it because only on a blog could I so deceptively, and carefully give the impression that my house is either stylish, or belongs in a magazine.
Anyone who has actually been in my house knows that in reality, it mostly has a weird paint color in the kitchen, gross carpet, several piles of clutter, random mis-matched furniture, mostly bare windows, and mostly bare walls. It's kind of a temporary situation so we haven't spent to much time making it our own.
And on top of that, I spend way too much time doing things like sewing, and not enough time doing things like laundry...
OK, so its rarely this bad...but still, that is what my hall looks like at this very moment. The dirty clothes are poised to rise up against us.
So in a vaguely related matter, we have this weird little nook in our landing that is sort of a desk area. I mostly use it to pile books, extra printers (I don't know why we have so many), and the spare change jar underneath.
I was getting tired of looking at the clutter so I marched myself to the fabric store and found this lovely pink plaid. I love how the ladies who cut your fabric at the store always ask what you are making. I find that more times than not, I have sort of a difficult time explaining.
"Um, a sort of little curtain cover thing for a counter/desk nook",
to which she replied, "Oh we call those skirts".
And now I know.
So its basically a simple curtain hung with a tension rod. And it hides my junk beautifully. When my sister saw it, she inquired as to why I didn't just clean up the junk.