All my life I have always wanted to be Betty Homemaker. I know, women’s rights and all that. At least I speak the truth. I wanted to marry a farmer, have a slew of children, dogs, and goats. I wanted to be an accomplished baker, cooker, gardener, and sewer. Don’t cringe, I wanted to be June Cleaver. The mom who never yelled or got carried away, the house where the neighborhood kids hung out, the mom who had everything perfect.

Of all those things I aced cooking and baking. Thank you Grammy! I married an engineer, had one dog, and one kid. There are no kids in the neighborhood to hang out and friends of the Kid never come here. In fact, I have never meet any of them. Apparently, we are the neighborhood trolls. We are Sloth. No, worse. We are Boo Radley without every having moved past the scary monster. Guess I understand where his friends are coming from. We sleep on a mat in the unfinished bedroom in a shipping container. Odd ducks, I get it. It’s better than the pantry.

Of all those things I wish I could still have, sewing. Sewing as fabulously as the Pontificator. She is an amazing seamstress. She can sew anything. Jealous much? YES! I am not even a functional sewer. I am a disastrous sewer. Doesn’t keep me from trying. When attempting to sew I set my mind for the results to be entry level and move on. Like these curtains for the bathroom. Using a shower curtain donated to me by the Catter’s wife to accompany the green laminate and my desire to have a dark green forest picture above the toilet. A simple straight line curtain. No tucks, no pleats. Seemed simple enough. Let’s just conclude that it blocks the sun. Mostly.

In keeping with the movement to close off windows as the hot summer sun is brutal this year, I decided now was the perfect time to install window buttons. No time like the present as these windows have been installed for almost two years. Two years come and gone and the only thing these buttons have allowed was the residence of tiny little spiders. Guess they better move out or they will forever be trapped inside the vinyl. Sorry spiders.

Next windows in the bedroom were trimmed. Umm, Planner. I don’t think the door is gonna close. Had to reinstall the unfinished door to assess the situation. Mere gaps. At best a 3/32″ between the trim and the door. Guess that is all that is needed anyways. Waste not, want not. Space is limited.

There are no curtains for the bedroom. The Pontificator has black out material for me to use when I have decided on the visible material. For right now, extra thick beach towels. If they were just two inches wider they would block out all of the light. Since they don’t, a tiny little sliver of light escapes on edge from top to bottom. Which is fine, otherwise we would live in a dungeon and sleep until noon. Not productive.