I've bought cheap curtains for my living room just to have the extra layer of privacy, but I plan to replace those eventually with homemade ones. There are no curtains anywhere else, except for some pretty, white semi sheers in my art room. These are quite nice and will stay. All of the windows have mini blinds, so I have privacy, but they are just so plain. As soon as my sewing stuff gets here, I can start right in to fix this problem
My kitchen is quite functional, despite being quite ugly. I have almost everything here I think I need for mealmaking. If I decide I need more, I'll go get it. :) I'm not taking anymore photos until I have some wall decor up. I just refuse.
Totally unrelated to my house project is this: I have a lot of nightmares. I mean nearly every night. I've always been prone to this, especially when I'm anxious in general, but I recently discovered that one of my meds can cause nightmares. I had no idea. At least that explains why I have so many more than I used to. My nightmares generally have just a few themes. I'm either back at school and things aren't going well, or I'm back at work and they aren't going well there. The really scary ones are about being chased and/or shot at by someone very evil. This are the ones that caused me to wake my husband up because I was screaming. Also a cause for terror is dreaming about being attacked by aliens. Truly, I never had this nightmare until I saw Tom Cruise in "War of the Worlds." That movie left me terrified and it still invades my subconscious, apparently. (Shiver)
To get to the point, finally, I had a nightmare with a new theme last night. I've often thought about having a career as a professional baker and was truly intrigued some time back about Panera Bread's information (on their website) concerning how they train their bakers. I am too old to handle the change in lifestyle (up in the middle of the night to bake the goodies) and my back and feet could never take the grueling hours on my feet. But last night I dreamed that I went into some old time bakery where they had really old fashioned ovens and baked simple bread. The owner was tired and couldn't keep up and I offered to take over for awhile to show him why he needed to hire me as an assistant baker. Immediately I got slammed with customers and couldn't keep up with the baking and I.burned.every.single.thing! He told me he couldn't use me and I was so very disappointed. I was all out of breath from my efforts, totally full of anxiety and crying from disappointment, and that's how I woke up. Sheesh. Way to take ruin a lovely fantasy!
I will be back soon with photos, I promise.