But at dusk? At night time? They call this "The TV screen." [Never mind that it's as boring as real TV.] We've playfully talked to each other on the phone, while waving at each other through that screen.
|Fabric name: "Fresh"|
It reminded me of my childhood. I think my mother had bright yellow curtains in our kitchen that she made. Isn't the kitchen full of memories for you? For many of us women, isn't there a special connection to our mothers that was made and broken and made again in the kitchen?
So, my intellectual architectural self had to step aside and let my emotional reminiscent side thread the bobbin, set the stitch and press the seams down on this one.
I'll miss the view but I don't think my neighbors need to see reruns all year long. ;-)