I have lived in my current apartment for 8 months.
I have only, today, put up curtains.
(I have good blinds, for the record)
I had been putting it off, because they are Ikea curtains. You have to hang them up just to take them down, and then iron them, hem them, and cut off the excess fabric.
Seemed easy enough on paper.
It took 3 hours.
Have you ever tried to iron curtains?
It's not a particularly easy job. I swore a bunch. There I was. Trying to make a straight crease with an iron, only to RE-iron that crease with a piece of hemming tape precariously balanced between the two layers. And make it look straight. They are sheer, so they were slick to iron and kept falling off my ironing board. I had to take a break and have some lemonade.
I could have used a more grown-up drink, but I had plenty of margarita from the night before coursing through my veins. Enough so that I was trembly the next day. Not hung over, but reeking suspiciously of anxiety. Trembly. I thought "what eases tremblings?"
A TRIP TO CHINATOWN!
Nothing eases anxiety like over-stimulation. Blinky lights! Neon hoodies! Fuddruckers!
I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and bought hair die, a new toothbrush, and an iron.
My head is now RED. Like, the streaky red that everyone dyed their hair in 1996. I'm rolling with it. I could use the change.
I went to Urban outfitters and bought a shit-ton of decorations for my apartment. New "artwork". New picture frames waiting for photos to "Rasterbate".
And, I only did it today, because when my mother was visiting a few weekends ago, she remarked upon my lack of iron (in self defense, i had one, but it rusted) among other things, including decor. She could not believe that I didn't iron my underwear into perfect triangles and where were the hospital corners on my quickly made bed? She said to me and some of my friends at some lovely springtime outdoor festivities,
"oh, well with such nice friends like yours, who needs an iron?"
I let that fester. I bought an iron. I hung up curtains.