Ruffles!

 So my sister #9 has been staying with me as of late, and I must say... I have been loving it. It get's kinda lonely around here without a roommate. So I am grateful. She has urged me to post a photo of my little curtain... partly because she is falling in love with ruffles and partly because of this little curtain's story.

Before I begin, I just want to get this out in the open. I am NOT a good sew-er, yes I made this... but if you judge I am going to spit on you. I really will, I am in kind of a spitting mood. So just don't do it. 

Now for the story: It began waaaaay back a long time ago... about 1993 to be exact.  I was 19, newly working as a hair stylist and just figuring out who I really was. I met Mr. tall dark and handsome. I wanted what most girls want and I willed myself into thinking I was "in love".   I hoped and prayed that Mr TD&H would propose to me so I could become a wife.  Oh and he did. (I am kind of throwing up in my mouth as I type this.) He proposed to me late one night after lengthy 3 month courtship and I said yes. Oh man... So the next morning he talked with my dad, who had a completely different opinion and swiftly told him "NO". Heh heh heh.... actually I think it went more like, "Beth is not going to marry you, she doesn't want to marry you"ish.    For the record:  I happen to HATE when my dad is right and it typically takes me a little bit of time to swallow my pride and concede on that point.   And so it was in this story.  I woke up every morning with a stomach ache.  Guh, and every night I would think in my mind a few things, 1. I would tell Heavenly Father that if he didn't want me to marry Mr TDH to send someone else...(that one worked really well.) and 2. I would say... tomorrow I will tell him I can't marry him.  But I wanted to get married and I thought that he would be the last guy to come into my life. But as my ulcer grew more and more unbearable, I knew that marrying him would be ultimately be the WRONG decision and I knew the time must come that I had to tell him at last.  The exact moment arrived when I was at work and my kind Boss (who is still my kind boss) must have seen right through me. He told me to call Mr TDH.  I called and he met me at work and I told him everything. He asked me if I was PMSing... HA! Seriously! Ha!   I told him I was sorry and he left, literally packed up his car and drove home to Utah. (I date a lot of guys from Utah...weird.)  Ok stay with me friends... The ruffles are coming.  During our "engagement" I accomplished absolutely NOTHING toward planning a wedding. I didn't even get my photo taken with him. By the time I called it off it was 3 weeks to the wedding date the only thing I had accomplished was buying fabric for a really ugly wedding dress. YIKES!!!! No announcements, no venue, no flowers no nothing whew.

After the above mentioned traumatic experience I put that fabric in a box and left it in my sewing stuff for the last 18 years.

Until.... drum roll please:

TA DA!    

Actually the irony lies in this fact... the  fabric for the part of the dress that would show I used for a backing on this curtain, and the ruffles are made of the original dress facing. I am really the most happy about that part. (ps the backing fabric has yellowed... I don't want to talk about that situation fyi, so don't bring it up. GUH! If I would have gotten married, my dress would be YELLOW by now! ) Instead, I have a wonderful, maybe a bit lopsided but lovely little ruffle curtain . The moral of this story is the fabric and I are both better off today!