Curtain Call

I started working on making a pair of curtains for our dining room. I had some fabric that I had bought a while ago to make curtains but they never came to be in our previous house. I remember the fabric was expensive but I loved enough to spend the money.

Today, I was actually motivated enough to take out the sewing machine, ironing board, iron, and sewing box. I measured and cut the fabric. I pinned the hem at the bottom. I was excited that these steps were completed before dinner. I had my “after the kids go to bed” night planned out. I was going to finally sew the curtains and they were going to be hanging on the curtain rod by bed time… but one minor event took place between dinner and bedtime that set me back a day or two or three… this minor event is named…Korben. It was my fault, I left the scissors on the table.

Here was our conversation:

I say very nervously, “Korben what are you doing?”

Silence

“Korben what are you doing?” I say as thoughts of my beautiful curtains enter my head.

“Yes Mama.” I hear very faintly. (It is this faint voice that always makes me a little more nervous.)

I race down that stairs, there is Korben sitting at the table with my scissors in his hands.

“Korben did you cut my curtains?” (As if I didn’t already know that answer.)

“Yes Mama right over here and here and here…” he answers me very proudly.

I will never forget the look on his face. He was so proud of himself for being so responsible with the scissors. Instead of swinging them around and pretending like they were a weapon, he was using them correctly… to cut my curtains.

My plans changed that evening. I spend the night attempting to patch the cuts.