So Sunday I was a good girl.
I cleaned the furniture in my bedroom.
I took the bed apart.
I took down the curtains.
I dragged my happy butt through the sloppy snow to the laundromat.
Why the laundromat? Cause I did not want my well water to turn my bedskirt and curtains yellow. It seems to like to do that. When you least expect it too. Everything was going good. I happily skipped home with my clean stuff. Yes, I did go back and get the truck.
I pressed the bedskirt with my awesome presser thingy.
I could probably stand to do a little more pressing on it, but for now it is good. I even got the hubby to put my footboard on the bed.
I was happier than a pig in piggy stuff. I had to put the curtains up for the night. I don't think everyone going down M-59 would want to be flashed by an out of shape and overweight girl. I was going to wait til today to press them though because I had a change that I was going to do with them.
It was then that disaster struck! My bliss was shattered in one swift swoop!
Well isn't that a kick in the pants?! I put a really large hem in them since they were way too long. I also planned on putting in pleater tape across the top too. I'm hoping to gain more length with that also.
If that doesn't work....
I will make a valance to go across the top. I had thought of doing that or a cornice piece out of crown molding. I think this is the decorating goddess' way of telling me that I need a valance or something.
So part of this afternoon will be spent hunting through the snake den of dispair looking for the leftover fabric from the bedskirt to make a valance. I know I have some, just not sure where....