(The brass is gone, the white walls are gone, only the lace remains.)
I don't know if it's because like the old film insanity runs in my family, or if lace on windows just makes me crazy. Either way, it was time for it to go.
Now for the last few days I've hated the bare windows, but it was the only way I could kick myself in the butt to actually make a change. Since I've yet to tackle the ceiling drama, I'm choosing to focus on something much easier. Or so I thought.
Valances, cafe curtains, blinds, shades, swags... now I'm faced with the cereal aisle in options for window coverings. I start these projects knowing what I want and then become overwhelmed with too many choices and end up stalling. With me one thing always leads to the next. Taking down the lace has led me to replace the playroom light fixture, and shop for a new bathroom curtain and vanity fixtures. I've actually started thinking about a new dining table.
Back to the lace.
One wall is beige. Two walls are wine. The floor is white tile. (Rug not an option.) Our dining room windows face east, sliding door south. We get a bunch of sun in this room every day. In fact, Hubby and I have considered moving the table out of the space and putting in a couple chairs to make it our own little sun-sitting room. The kids wouldn't mind eating on the floor every night, would they?
Right after we moved in (too much white, too much brass... too much lace.)
So, how to link arsenic into this post? To my knowledge there isn't any need for that in my latest decorating dilemma. But speaking of poison, here's an interesting and bummer of a story about cyanide.