I have a lovely window treatment on my front room window, used to be nicer than it is now. We got it the second year we were in this house, and I had schemed, planned and scoured the fabric and discount stores for just the right thing. But five years or so of kids, wear and and such has taken it's toll, and done a job on the smaller cafe style rod that the sheers had hung from. The third rod they have hung from.
This time when Pearl ripped the sheers down, I gave up. The wall has holes in it where the hardware was yanked, the sheers had snags and small snips taken out of them from plastic handles scissors, plus various stains and fingerprints that no longer wash out. I threw out the bent rod, mangled hardware and small bits of wall that had crumbled out. I gave the girls the partially shredded sheers to use for dress-ups. But the rest of the curtains and the scarf that drapes over them still hang relatively nicely... for now.
Yesterday LaLa and Birdie were flitting about the house flapping and trailing the sheers behind them, proclaiming themselves "butterflies." And then there was Pearl who came up to me in the kitchen with a blanket over her head, laughing and saying, "Mama, I a 'tato bug, a 'tato bug!"
Yes, baby... you are a cute little rolly poly bug-a-boo.