I don’t procrastinate. I like to get things done especially the projects that aren’t my favorite (unless there is an outside chance of someone else doing it which there never is). That trait made me successful at work. It also helped get things done in the home. If something needed to be done and I couldn’t afford it, I’d learn how to do it. Worked well. Then I got old and less confident.
Window treatments for my kitchen area have been on my list for a year. At first I wanted to see how the kitchen would work out – cabinet colors, tile, counter tops. Then I wanted the new carpet in. Now everything is done except the windows. I even considered getting them custom made but was blown away by the cost. That’s a lot of Starbucks mochas. I have a long narrow window and a large double window in the kitchen. The narrow one is done. It’s that dang double one that has me flummoxed.
I’ve done a lot of different styles, but I couldn’t get my butt in gear for this project. I thought of the dumbest excuses. Not today it looks like rain. Not today it’s sunny. It already 11 a.m. so there is no point in starting it now. (Who are we kidding? I’m usually on the computer until then so nothing starts early).
It finally hit me. I don’t procrastinate unless I’m not sure how to do something. That first time you do something complicated (like taxes) is always the killer. After that it’s a walk in the park (Ok, maybe not so with taxes).
Window treatments have changed in the last twenty years. They are almost non-existent with not even a floof at the top. People put a blind on and call it a day. I like some fabric to warm up the room. I’m going to make a roman shade. Maybe. Probably. It’s in style looking like a shade, doesn’t appear too difficult but it is more complicated than it looks. There are rods inserted to stabilize the folds and eye hooks with cording so they can go up and down, hopefully at the same time. Lots of areas to screw up. My latest excuse is “I’m strategizing how to do this.”
I have three different sets of instructions, the fabric (which was a procrastinator in itself) and the mechanical things I need. Now I need the courage to forge ahead. The worst that can happen is it’s a huge fail and I have to salvage the fabric to make a floof. No one will know but you, my gentle readers when you see the pictures and it’s not a roman shade. Then again, you may not remember my angst.
Are you a procrastinator? Of everything or just some things? Do you play tricks or award treats for encouragement (my favorite is an extra trip to Starbucks)? Come on buttercup, spill! I want to hear from you! Maybe I’ll learn something.