Among the many blessings Bama's weeklong stay provided, making curtains for my eternally unfinished kitchen was atop the list. I took my time finding the perfect color, I took everyone's time debating the perfect fabric, and then I took my mother's time so that she may sew them.
And they are fabulous!!!
I know, I know, everyone has different tastes, and there is no such thing as good or bad taste, blah, blah, blah.
I don't buy a word of that. These curtains are perfection!!!!
So, after my mother and I sat back after hanging them and took a moment to congratulate ourselves on their fabulousness, I made a VERY unforunate comment:
Mom: I just love them. They came out better than I'd hope.
Christine: I know, and I was so worried about the color. But look, the details in the fabric, it just makes the walls pop.
Horrible, HORRIBLE choice of words.
For the remainder of the day, my little O refused to go in the kitchen unless we removed the curtains. She was terrified of popping walls.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago