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So, you remember what my bedroom looked like before.

Gorgeous (though I say it myself).

The new house?  Not so much.

The walls have yet to be painted, there is no art on the walls and the drapes…oh the drapes.

See, I have more windows in the new place.  My original (fabulous) drapes barely covered half the new windows.

As a quick fix, I purchased some ready-made (gasp) drapes from work.  They were the perfect colour, but I hated that there was such a sharp jog in fabrics and that they didn’t move on the rods as well as the original grommet-ed ones.

Anyhow, I finally got off my arse this week and fixed the problem.

I had sufficient fabric left over (thank goodness I keep EVERYTHING) to do some (14″) banding on the tops of all six ready-made panels.  I also bought grommets (on sale!)

It ended up costing me all of $12.

Not bad.

I also squeaked in an extremely basic valance for the en suite.

In other Home Dec news, I’ve finally decided to retire my beloved coffee table.

I decorated this in University with thick red paint and aluminum foil.

I think I got the idea from Trading Spaces.

Taking it’s place is the trunk I snagged from the basement of my Nan and Taw’s old house.

It was covered with (literally) fifty years of grime, but it cleaned up rather well.

My Nan says she thinks it’s the trunk my great-grandfather Jefferey used while he was in the army, but the thing is crazy-heavy.  I can’t see travelling with it as at all practical.

Still, it’s rather cool.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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