|Careful! These melt.|
Auntie Kate is still here. She has been sewing window treatments for our living/dining room. It's the third part of our 3-year redecorating plan: the first year, she recovered the seats of my IKEA dining room chairs and made matching throw pillows; the second year, she created a bench cushion out of the same material; and this year we picked out coordinating fabric for the valances.
Yes, she's nice, and no, you CANNOT have her. She's mine. Or Larry's, really...
There is a slight issue with the new valances that might end up requiring the services of a mediator. Apparently, Larry never got the memo that, while he has final say on landscaping, I possess veto power on the interior decorating front. I have heard that there exist married couples who can actually cooperate on endeavors such as these; but we, alas, exist on a lower matrimonial plane, where toothpaste tube disposal methods can provoke unfriendly feelings and choosing a paint color becomes an exercise that makes the American Civil War look like a friendly spat.
Look, YOU get along with someone for over 2 decades. This marriage gig isn't for lightweights, you know.