Funky I.: You gotta know when to hold 'em...

(me, probably singing out of tune) ...know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run...uh huh. Just a little classic Kenny Rogers to illustrate a point. I mean, I'm all for do it yourself, but at some point you have to realize when you're out of your depth. That's kinda what happened with my curtains. Had I not listened, it could've been a different title to this post, like "When Disaster Strikes".

Luckily Diva Queen B, who is sometimes wise beyond her years, as gently as she could, reminded me about how long it took me to finish those darned benches and how it would indeed be fool hardy to attempt to make perfectly tailored grommet curtains whose flaws could neither be hidden or amended in any way once the fabric was cut. She really didn't say all that, she just reminded me how much fabric costs and how molded I would be if they weren't right...and she wasn't all that gentle either.

Curtains kinda finish a room, so that was one of the last things to do in that space. Until then, my windows wore floods.

Sad, right? But at least it's better than hanging sheets.

We wanted a pop of unexpected and dazzling color. The idea was to choose something that would pick up the color in the benches--it was a bold choice since I already had so many reds, browns and oranges going on. But the thing about it is, no matter how wild it might seem, if you feel it in your gut, then it's gonna be right for you. Anyway, it took many moons and many discarded swatches before we found the perfect pop of blue--or for ya'll who are real serious and precise about your colors, it's Azure.