Things are getting better. More stuff is being added to the apartment. I'm getting used to commuting from Queen Anne to Downtown, cooking in my kitchen, and shopping at the QFC around the corner. My place is slowly beginning to feel like a home.
So now that I've gotten over my initial feelings of nervousness, I can concentrate on the things that I love to do: decorate, craft, paint, draw, sew, hammer, and paste. My latest endeavor? Hanging curtains.
That doesn't sound too difficult, right? But hanging curtains here is much, much easier said than done. My ten-foot ceilings prove to be a bit of an obstacle when it comes to doing anything that is too dependant on the vertical direction. I tried to hang them myself last week by standing on a dining-room chair. When that didn't work, I pushed two of the chairs together, stacked my suitcase on top, and climbed up. And I was still too short. I could mark the place, 86 inches above the floor, where I was supposed to drill the holes. But that was the top of my reach, and I was unable to manipulate a drill to install the brackets. So my drapes remain on folded in a corner on the floor. Along with the curtains, I've also purchased a folding screen for my closet and fabric with which to re-cover the rocker. Both of which are doing me no good, being either in-transit or part of an incomplete project.
I just need more time. More time and more money and more tall friends.
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i have tall friends. i can loan you one.
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