Coitoi

Coi-toi - the Girl's word for "curtain" when she was 18 months.

Finished!

And chuffed!

And warmer, shockingly - we've now discovered just how cold our stairwell is, and just what a difference the lack of insulation between the garage and the stairwell makes.

There were a couple of "sticky" moments on Friday evening, when it came to the Great Hanging Event. 

Firstly, I had to ask Mr Gonecycling to break out the power tools to put up the curtain track onto a concrete lintel. Yes, on a Friday evening. I'm cruel. Hammer drilling in a confined space. I hid in the kitchen and drank a G&T.

Second, I then discovered I'd stitched the header tape to the wrong side. Doh! Of course, the curtain FACES the track, not the other way round as is usual for curtains. So I had to unpick it all and stitch it to the right side - "literally". (go on, click on that link, it's one of my favourite songs of all time...)

But now we are chuffed! Although this curtain isn't going to be pulled back that much, despite the discovery of a lovely thick rope tie-back in the loft. (I knew it was there somewhere, but didn't reckon on also finding a childhood suitcase of treasure including various dolls in national costume; a very old soft toy of my Mother's, species indeterminate; two copper pots; one silver pot requiring an hour's polishing; one wooden mule, and two carved wooden napkin ring holders from Kenya - that occupied Saturday afternoon/evening).

The patchwork on the chair, btw, is my old cot quilt.