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Some Burlap and (a late) 52 weeks of Joy

Last week I had a super hectic schedule.  I had to drive into the city several times a day for a couple of days, attempt to homeschool, work and organize my house. Not all of those happened all the time.  Especially the organize my house part.  I just found out that I suffer from a very debilitating disorder.  ADCD, Attention Deficit Cleaning Disorder. This means that although I think I'm cleaning/organizing, I am actually appearing to be a horder.  It's just awful! And super exhausting.  For the record, I'm an amazing organizer, just not in my house.  But I'm working on it.
When I was 25 years old, and still living with my momma, my bestie Jenna had to come over and teach me how to clean my room.  It was a mess.  I'll never forget it.  But she did give me great pointers.  "Start here.  And don't go anywhere else until you finish here.  Then work your way around the room."  She followed me around the room until I got it lol.  She's given me tons of advice throughout the years but this is the one that stuck with me, hehe. For the most part I follow this plan.  THANKS JENNA!

Even though I wasn't able to organize the WHOLE house, I plan way to big sometimes, I was able to get the kitchen done.  When we were looking at apartments, I fell in love with this one because of the butcher block counter.  It was just screaming, "Come and learn to make bread on me!" I love that rustic/country look.
 I love the storage space, but I do hate looking at it, especially since it is never that neat.  I have been wanting to put some curtains up for the past year but I haven't found anything that caught my eye.  But I finally had enough of staring at it on Tuesday and decided something had to be done.  I went through my stash of fabric and couldn't find anything.  Then I remembered the yards and yards of burlap I had picked last autumn to make a table runner for the dining room table.

This whole thing only took about 15 minutes. I borrowed two tension rods from the faux roman shades in the dining room and just cut and sewed in a straight line.  I didn't do any proper measurements just did everything by eye, which isn't always good, but as usual, I was in a rush.  I whipped out my machine, which hasn't seen daylight in months and with some guidance from my trusty turtle cookie jar, curtains were made!  VIOLA!!! It's like having a new kitchen.

I'm hoping they will unwrinkle themselves.  I hate ironing.  But I love them anyway.  The only problem is, I live with males, and now that the curtains are up they can't find anything :-(
Have you done anything to change your space without spending a dime? Let me know. I'd love to hear about it.

On to bigger things....

52 weeks of Joy, week 4
22. Coming off of detoxing (carrots! nom nom nom)
23. Spending time with my parents
24. Hanging out with the besties and wedding planning
25. A slumber party
26. A much needed break (but missing my children)
27. Celebrating a baby
28. A day home with my family
29. Having one car for four people but making the best of it

 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials,
knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.”

- James 1:2-3 



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  1. I LOVE the cartoon. And burlap. Very nice, my friend. Oh, and I never iron something unless I absolutely have to. You know the steamy shower trick? The curtains are already hanging where they are so make a portable version by spraying them with plain water in a cleaning bottle an turn the blow dryer on HOT. Done in 5 minutes.

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  2. I was just about to say what Layla did.. mist them with water and they will unwrinkle themselves. It all looks great!

    "The only problem is, I live with males, and now that the curtains are up they can't find anything :-("

    LOLOLOL

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  3. You did a great job, I love it. In the short time you have had that counter you have learned not only to sew what you need, but you can make bread too!

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