95 inch back door sliding glass door. Part III. (continued from Part II here)
So after eons inside Joann’s I decide on an AWESOME fabric.
It’s just perfect. It’s soft, swooshy, kind of micro-suedey, dark brown… glorious. I grab it and run to spend the next 30 minutes in the ridiculous button isle. I know exactly what kind of button I want beforehand – I can picture it exactly! But of course the 50 million buttons on this aisle don’t come close. The debate rages on: should I settle for another kind? Will the buttons completely make or break these glorious curtains? Could I find cooler, cheaper buttons online somewhere? No way, it would take too long to ship anyway. Why can’t FedEx come up with a “3 hour shipping, arrives tonight” option? Don’t we live in the 21st century?
Why am I spending more time deciding on these buttons then I did deciding on a mortgage broker?
Anyway, I find some sweet ones that dissolve my feelings towards FedEx and their lack of R&D on teleportation. Although I realize I have a really big issue at hand… I have NO IDEA how to sew on buttonS. In fact, I don’t even have the tools for this kind of stuff. No prob, I grab a small travel needle kit (already threaded! with 10 different colors of thread!) and run for the fabric cutting counter, materials in stow. I already know my measurements – I am so legit right now. No one will suspect that I am in fact the rookie of the year.
“220 inches please!”
“Hmmm.”
(Crap! Did she want yards? AH! Wait, whatever. I’m not fazed. Convert it lady!)
“Uh, that includes room for mess-ups. Thanks!”
“What are you making, sweetheart?” she tilts her head to take a closer look over her bi-focal glasses at this idiot named Emily.
“Curtains!” *big smile*
“Ahh. Ok. Look… this material is liner for suit jackets.
“HUH?”
“You know, the inside fabric of suits. Probably not the best fabric for making curtains. Have you checked in the back, in the home-goods fabric section?”
“Oh man. No, I haven’t. Wait, back there? There is MORE fabric? In the back. Wow.”
“You might find something you really like back there for these curtains. Might be a little less expensive too, hun. But, I’ll keep this right up here, in case you still want it, ok?”
She laughs.
I cry.
So I walk towards the back, find fabric that’s 25% the cost of the suit stuff, grab the first brown fabric roll I see, justify it as “also-awesome”, fling it back up on the counter and 5 minutes later, I’m out the door. Peace.
…Part IV coming up…
