I’ve occupied my room in the attic since I got home from university to find a loft conversion had taken place, so for rather a lot of years at this point I have not had any curtains on my skylights. In the winter this isn’t a problem, but in the summer I get more and more haggard with sleep deprivation from waking up at 4am with the sunrise.
A few weeks back I had a very exciting trip to Ikea, which involved eating chicken meatballs (they’re actually better than the classic) and a Daim cake. I also, on a whim, bought a tablecloth because I liked the nasturtium pattern so much.
My mum wasn’t so keen on the tablecloth, and at any rate the household is too slovenly to use anything other than oilcloth. So when the opportunity arose, I hacked my tablecloth into… two special skylight-shaped roman blinds and a pair of matching seat cushions for my new (well, new for me) Yngve Ekstrom circle chairs.
Extra bits of haberdashery and blackout fabric came from Ray Stitch (my first trip to their lovely new shop!), structural coat hangers were stolen from my mum’s closet.