I removed the cumbersome and heavy air unit from my window the other day and within the huff and puff of a moment hated my dining room sheers that hang from three windows. It was in an instant that I could no longer live with them. The off-white looked more like mud-wrestling, strings hung from a carnivorous cat and that was it.
I threw on my rain jacket and headed for Wal-Mart, just to prove that I would first shop at the low end. But my honest ‘injun heart knew that I would end up at the designer shop. A friend is on her way over to supervise me, but she agrees that I must buy these dual-type shades for my sanity…
