The place was looking great.
with the vague notion of reupholstering the cushions of some wicker armchairs we’d bought at Pier 1…
and it occurred to me that this fabric could be stitched up into perfect valances for the living room and bedroom’s many windows. This would soften the harsh rectangular lines while leaving the stunning ocean views unobstructed.
But hand-stitching the valances was out of the question. Not only were my sewing skills non-existent, it would take far too long—we had just two days left.
Then I remembered a product called Stitch Witchery I’d seen at the little dime store in Isabel on our last trip.
Unless I was mistaken, my grandmother had used this same product in the ‘60s and ‘70s when skirt lengths were plunging up and down like the stock market in a recession.
You ironed the tape into the garment, essentially gluing the pieces of fabric together. A quick trip to town and three or four hours of steam-ironing later, and handsome striped valances crowned all the windows.
To paraphrase Jane, it was beginning to look like home.