It took me about a week to break through my period of procrastination before I set to the task, and for me that is really fast. It's kind of like comparing dial-up to DSL. I mean I finally sent out a box of books I started collecting for a friend of mine this past summer for Christmas. She finally got them the day after her birthday which was the first day of spring. That was last Saturday. That is like 9 months after I started up her little care package. I. Am. Turtle. Slow.
Anyhow, I was very pleased with myself for not taking 3 months to do this. Well today I came home and I passed by the youngest daughters bedroom to glance at my achievement and I found this.
Needless to say I was a bit flummoxed. Where were my blinds? My nice pretty antique white blinds? Surveying the room I could tell that they were not present. I figured this meant that there was a story (and a good one at that to be sure), but I didn't ask about it because of what I might hear. When I walked into my bedroom I found this lying on my bed,
And this. I'm pretty sure they didn't look like this this morning.
After thinking about it for a moment, I suddenly remembered that I had never finished hanging these blinds. Lois and I had to run to the doctors and I didn't have time to finish adding this piece.
This is the little doo-hickey thingy that mounts in the center of the blinds to give it support so that when you pull down on the cords to raise and lower them they won't fall.
I specifically remember telling myself that I had to remind the girls not to mess with the shades until I was done fastening that last piece. Oops.