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||Great Drapery Hanging....
The Great Drapery Hanging
had a drapery hanging ordeal at my house this week. You see, I have these
wonderful draperies that are loosely woven. They have a separate lining that can
be drawn to let the light though in day or can be closed at night for privacy.
They were made for another house that I lived in and when I moved, I kept them.
Of course, draperies made for one house never work in another, so they have been
stored in my attic for years, waiting for the day when I would take down the
cheap tiebacks in the living room and hang them. Though the curtains on the
windows were cheap, they had one great advantage --- they were already hung.
Eventually, I redecorated the living room and decided to wash the tiebacks. Sun
and age had done their job, and what came out of the washing machine was a bunch
of strings. When something is that old, it is best just to leave it alone, I
But wait, I have other drapes! They were in their plastic wrap, covered with
dust in the attic. Though old, they had not been subjected to wear and were
almost like new. Since couldnít find a rod long enough to hang them, I ordered
one off the net, and finally did the detested task of putting them up.
End of story? Hardly.
My new kitten took an instant liking to the drapes --- or should I say to
climbing them with little claws digging. After saving the drapes all these
years, now they were being destroyed by a kitten.
No one had much advice other than to take the drapes down until she was older.
Take them down? I had just put them up. The idea was to not buy more cheap
drapes, and I could not leave my windows bare with all the world looking in.
Meanwhile, the kitten learned to climb to the top of the drapes and sat on the
rod, looking down at the me. I must admit it would have been amusing if we were
not talking about my best drapes.
Finally, I came up with a solution of my own and had the cat declawed. Iím
sure the cat lovers of the world would frown on such a solution, but I was
desperate. My solution only worked for a little while.
As soon as the cat was fully grown and much stronger, she simply by-passed the
climbing part and leapt from the back of the chair to the top of the curtain
rod. Old habits are hard to break, and cats apparently can walk a tightrope Ė
or a curtain rod.
The size and weight of the animal eventually took their toll, and the curtain
rod broke. The beautiful draperies hung sadly, dragging the floor and refusing
to open. Each time the cat decided to play king of the world, things got worse.
Nothing to do but buy a new rod and rehang them.
Every time I hang curtain rods, I think of the classic story by Tolstoy, The
Death of Ivan Ilych. You probably read it in college lit. Ilych died a prolonged
and painful death during which people became alienated to his suffering and
eventual death. Itís a terrible story, but just as terrible is that the injury
that led to his fatal condition was a fall while hanging draperies.
So here I am jumping from lamp table to chair hanging draperies and hoping I
donít end up falling like Ivan Ilych.
As it turned out, the rod was not broken -- naturally -- since I had already
bought a new one. The rod had just somehow slipped out at a joint. I could have
fixed it months ago instead of putting up with sagging drapes due to my fear of
hanging curtain rods.
Iím not sure who to blame this particular ordeal on, myself, the cat, or Leo
Copyright 2008 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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