Monday, April 03, 2006

The sexifying of our house.

Sexyfying? Sexyfing? Sex-up-ification? Whatever.

The outrageously boring family who used to live here, the Klotzes, left behind all of their window coverings. I mean, we can't blame them too much, as we asked them to so we didn't have naked windows, but DAMN were their window treatments ugly.

Chris and I have been blessed with similarly brilliant taste in furniture and the like, so we've taken comfort in the fact that these hideous swatches of countrytime terror were temporary until we could find curtains that were as cool as we are. Here's what we got rid of:


It's like the circus is coming to town, but in our living room, every day.


This terrible thing was so much the sadder on account of the saggy Wal-mart curtain rod that it was hanging from. It's what I would expect to see if someone held a funeral at a Cracker Barrel.



According to some, I've been told that I look like some sort of character from the Curtain Fighter 2 video game.


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