It was 11pm and everyone was nestled all snug in their beds…except me. I was up watching the Republican National Convention (caught the Democratic one while on vacation) and got the silly notion to begin decorating my window. So I dragged out the panes and the trimmings and began what I knew would be a great undertaking.
See, I’ve been on the hunt for a window to decorate for over a year, since I saw my friend Kathy’s in her kitchen. I wish I had a photo of it–it’s gorgeous. I dragged Kathy to our local architectural salvage place and began hunting. Only, I realized something–I don’t like old things. I don’t like scratchy, dirty things I’ll have to clean or refinish.
I finally found an old window in decent shape at a little old hardware store in the heart of town, where an 85 year old woman was moving storm doors all around while her husband ate lunch and stared blankly past us. I wonder about their story. Then I came home, shelved it for a few weeks, and finally painted it on Labor Day. How fitting. I have never done anything like this. I’ve seen women’s tassles and amazing paper garlands and have been secretly jealous. So I’m really proud of myself for stepping out to tackle this.
Here is the finished product. I have just the spot for it on my living room wall.