Or for me. Yeah, let’s go with that.
One of the first posts I wrote about the renovation shared, in detail, my visions for the porch.
I knew, early on, that I wanted curtains all around. It’s so Southern to me and so beautiful. I also had visions of pops of color and plants and a little rug, but after the renovation and living here, a couple of those plans have changed.
In fact, I’ve barely spent any time on my porch in the month I’ve lived here. It’s been a hot mess until recently.
My shed is still filled with toys and old paint cans belonging to the former tenants and owners. There are spiders in there and so I, personally, have stayed away. It needs to be cleaned out so we can store some of our own (tightly-secured) belongings inside, but in the meantime the porch was closer and more available.
And so, after three months of seeing a messy porch and being used to dodging random tools and chemicals and paint cans and buckets and makeshift tables and so on and so forth, I got used to it. It was cleaned up right after we moved in, and I hung sheers on the east side of the porch to filter the blinding early morning sun. It doesn’t really fully block it, but it helps.
I had sheers, and they were lovely, but I still had a mess of tools and things that belonged to other people. It was frustrating me because I couldn’t really do anything about them. I didn’t let that stop me. I’m nothing if not stubborn like generations of the women in my family before me, so one day while the children were away, I bought four more sheer panels for $5 each (I had the other four from my old house) and two really long curtain rods for $9 each, then got busy with my teeny little pink Skilcraft screwdriver. To hang sheers. Over a messy porch.
I’m here to tell you, doing so nearly kicked my butt. The screws I was using weren’t cutting it, so I found new ones, put a little elbow grease into it and hung those bad boys, even when it meant I was standing on the (more narrow than my foot) railing. I was getting this done, come hell or high water. (Ah, yes, that’s the stubbornness passed down through my German ancestry.)
Check it out, though:
Looking better, right?
The sheers are soft and billowy and, to my luck, cheaper than going with a king-sized sheet. Don’t do it. And, for heaven’s sake, don’t use the clips because your curtains will never stay up. Mine blow around with even the slightest bit of breeze.
I did bring in tiny pops of color in the mat, (temporary) table, sign and arrangement (which I made using $1 stems from the Dollar Tree about a week and a half ago).
There are a lot of paint spills on the porch, but the planks are in need of replacement anyway, so no power-washing, I suppose.
I bought the wicker set at a local resale shop for $100 back in March. It may end up being painted because the sun has already bleached it.
Here’s how we’re looking with the panels closed.
A couple of days after I shot these, as well as Monday morning, we had very bad storms in the area. My dad lost a pretty big limb from a Bradford Pear and I joked that I didn’t even lose one single curtain. He told me that with one good wind they’d come down.
I really kinda dig it, though.
I need some plants, too! I’ll get there eventually. For now I’m just enjoying having a cleaned-off porch with beautiful sheers (that only cost me $40!). And um, not one single piece of fabric covering any window inside the house. I’ll get around to it.
What’s going on with your porch lately? Can you hang out there, sip on some sweetened tea and read a great Southern Gothic novel? Or are you more of a wine and Facebook/blogs on the iPad kind of girl?