I've been in a pink and white frame of mind as of late.
Now that my living/dining room has green walls, there was only the kitchen left to meet my pure pink and white sensibilities (mind you, my pink, white and green sensibilities are alive and well).
(The kitchen window area as it has been for nearly five years.)I've had one of those door trim kits, the Victorian kind with the rosettes, hanging around in the garage for far too long. It was time to put it to work. While I was at it, I intended to purify the palette a bit.
(It's difficult to know how to be-curtain a corner window.) (In a brilliant piece of engineering, I nailed this valance to the wall. When I removed the nails, I discovered that cooking fumes make for a satisfactory sticking agent. After poking myself full of holes with straight pins in order to create my new valance, I remembered that the old one is actually fairly pink and white--once it has paid a visit to the washing machine.) (This is one of those situations that we put under the label of "poetic justice".)
(It's difficult to know how to be-curtain a corner window.) (In a brilliant piece of engineering, I nailed this valance to the wall. When I removed the nails, I discovered that cooking fumes make for a satisfactory sticking agent. After poking myself full of holes with straight pins in order to create my new valance, I remembered that the old one is actually fairly pink and white--once it has paid a visit to the washing machine.) (This is one of those situations that we put under the label of "poetic justice".)
I'm a big fan of those trim kits but I'm a hater of crooked walls. In spite of my handy dandy level (one of my favorite Christmas gifts from my husband--ever) I had to re-do one particular piece of trim SIX times. I guess I was being pretty loud about my extreme disappointment over the shoddy construction standards of whomever built my house because my Little Guy was hanging onto my legs, whimpering with empathy. "Please, Mommy, just stop!" he begged.
But I persevered.
I'm not sure if I actually like it better or not but I have always wanted a balloon valance so at least I can cross that off my bucket list (yes, my bucket list is fairly pitiful).
There is not one stitch in this valance--I did it all with straight pins, including the curtain rod pocket. I plan to take it down one day and use actual thread but by then, it will all be stuck together with those oily cooking fumes, rendering my efforts pointless. (What was that? How do I dare wash it? I think I probably dareth not but since that goes right along with my cleaning habits (or lack there-of) it's all good.)
(There's still that minor problem of my around-the-corner window. I tried, valiantly, to make a valance that would go around but I finally gave up and called it good.)
Please note that the curvature of the window trim you see is not due to the shoddy construction of my house or the lack of intelligence on my part of any kind. It's all on account of my darn, nuerotic camera.
Ahhhhh, the pink and white of it all . . .
Meanwhile: "One of these things (below) is not like the others. One of these things just doesn't belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the others by the time I finish my song?"
(Proof that I make good stuff.)
Please note that the curvature of the window trim you see is not due to the shoddy construction of my house or the lack of intelligence on my part of any kind. It's all on account of my darn, nuerotic camera.
Ahhhhh, the pink and white of it all . . .Meanwhile: "One of these things (below) is not like the others. One of these things just doesn't belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the others by the time I finish my song?"
(Proof that I make good stuff.)
(Sorry, I just couldn't resist.)
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