Today on “Stephanie Makes Things” I made a curtain. More accurately, I hung a yard of fabric up and called it a curtain.
My bathroom window is half frosted, half normal glass, with ugly, cheap plastic apartment blinds. Easy solution: remove blinds and revel in 50% privacy afforded by the frosted lower half of the window. Because I can look out the top half straight out to someone’s front porch across the street, that idea weirds me out.
Here’s the window with the blinds:
Meh. Also, please note that I had to stand in the shower to take that photo. My bathroom is that small.
Better solution: a curtain. I wanted something semi-sheer to still allow light. After all, what good is having a window in your bathroom if you’re going to block all the light? Off I went to the fabric store with my coupons!
Since this is a rental and I don’t have a drill, I opted for the least legit curtain hanging method ever–3M hooks and some plastic shower curtain rings. This is also because I already owned these things and didn’t want to go buy a tension rod.
Serious bloggers, please shield your eyes. I didn’t even hem my fabric. #SorryNotSorry
The SassCat loves it. Below is her realizing that if she stands up, she can see out the non-frosted top pane. A whole new world of bird watching just opened up.
Moving has been…an experience for my cat. When I first started packing up my apartment in Omaha, she was upset. She knew something was going on, but she didn’t know what. Naturally she coped by hiding under the bed a lot. Then she moved to the next stage, joy at all the cardboard boxes she got to jump in and sit on. That was a good stage.
THEN came the car ride. She cried so much at the very beginning of the trip. An endless series of sad, pitiful meows fell on deaf ears, in her opinion. Trapped inside her carrier in the backseat, she was angry, confused and scared. We stopped for lunch and I opened her carrier (inside the car, of course) so she could stretch her legs, unsure if she would actually come out.
After much half-in, half-out deliberation on her part, she ventured out of the carrier…and immediately shot underneath the driver’s seat. I lured her out of there…and she squirmed right under the passenger’s seat. And refused to come out. I didn’t want to be driving with her loose in the car, so I eventually had to haul her out of there and put her back in the carrier, much to her great displeasure.
My mom took over driving later, and I sat in the backseat and held Sneakers in my lap. Turns out she quite enjoys car rides when she’s not stuck in the carrier. She loved looking out the window! She ate and drank in the car, and even got brave enough to use the litter box in the moving car.
I love things that are pretty. I love things that look nice. But most of all, I want things to make sense and be useful. Form vs. function is a constant battle for me.
I want my practical things to be cute. I got adorable new kitchen towels for Christmas, and a knife and cutting board that match my kitchen color scheme. I like that. Cute and functional.
So I saw this post on Pinterest captioned “pet corner, my future house will have this!”
And I thought, “That’s cute, but…” Your pets will never use that corner! Sure they’ll go over there to eat because that’s where you’re putting their food, but they’re still going to try to get up on the couch and lay with you. Your pets want to be WITH YOU. Not in some corner of the house out of the way. Maybe they’ll sleep on those dog beds, but in my experience with dogs, they’ll choose a couch over a dog bed any day. Especially if their person is on that couch.
My cat practically scoffed at me when I tried to put her scratcher in an out of the way corner. Oh no. She only uses it if it’s in the middle of the floor or next to my bed. And speaking of beds…that cute cat bed I bought her? Nope, never uses it. Because she’d rather be curled up on the couch next to me. Which is where she is right now.
Frankly, I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that, because of the pets I want in my life, I’ll never have a picture-perfect, designer home. And I’m okay with that.
It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta make sure this project turns out purrrrrfect.