d'oh!mestic

My job is cyclical.

It goes from being busy to being dead to being JAMPACKEDINSANITY before coasting into another lull. Right now, we’re in a JPI period, and I can tell my stress levels have been jacked by the way my jaw aches from being clenched, by the basketball-sized stress hump that’s popped up between my shoulder blades and by the increase in off-the-clock craftiness.

I admit that I’ve been doing the rounds at lunch — in the last week, I’ve hit the yarn shop, the woefully undercapitalized but wonderful fabric shop and the Fascist Fabric Boutique, all. I bought engineering paper and colored pencils and started sketching, and in the evenings, I’ve been up in the sewing room/photo room, not doing a whole lot outside of pressing fabric.

Oh my god, there is something enormously therapeutic in pressing fabric.

Anyway.

Last night I decided that the kitchen cafe curtain had to go. It was a Pottery Barn 75% refuge from five years ago. It was yellow and brown and kind of ugly.

See?

OOog-lay.

I wanted to replace it with something cheerful, but not perky — or lord forbid, cutesy.

Let’s face it. I straight up wanted skulls.

Oh, look. Skulls!

The Fascist Fabric Boutique came through with this Alexander Henry pattern. It took a half a yard and a half an hour to whip a new curtain, which I like a bit more than the last curtain, though Adam’s still not sold. It’s cheerful. It’s slightly morbid. It . . . still doesn’t go with our ugly tract housing cabinets.

But it’ll do for now.