I have always thought net curtains were for old people. You know, curtain twitchers.
Retired old people who look out the windows and spy on the neighbours, dainty curtains that hang in front of the actual curtain and get all grubby, adding to the list of household chores that a person has to do from day to day, which is not welcomed by someone like me who often has to wear bikini bottoms to work as I haven’t done the washing for an impressively long amount of time. You know that when you get to only bikinis left in the drawer that it is about time to be an adult and put some washing in the machine. Which is always the day that everyone else in the flat has the same pant dilemma, and there is a fight for the washing machine. But I digress.
So I have always thought that net curtains were a complete waste of time, but as I get into my older years I am starting to become at one with the need for net curtains. Or mores the point, when I was getting dressed in my room this week, parading around in my pants (sometimes you just need to let your body lotion dry before you tog up or run the gauntlet of feeling grotty for the rest of the day). So there I was, dancing about and deciding what to wear when I swear a man walked past my window.
It might not have happened (although a recent conversation about burglars and a man sighting from my window made me think otherwise) but it quite realistically could have. I live in an awesome flat with great big windows, on the ground floor. The back garden area runs along the side of our flat, and there is a back door to let you in the building, so I was suddenly aware that anyone could be walking past my room as a quick means of getting from the garages to their home.
Luckily, my grandmother had sent me a message telling me she had some net curtains that I might be able to use. I quickly text her back (my gran is able to text, which is super impressive. She also has facebook) thanking her, and today my net curtains arrived in the post. Result!!
Now I am the proud owner of one pair of net curtains, I need to sort out the whole flat. Gone will be the days when the people upstairs cut across the lawn and peer into our front room when we are dancing like loonies, or doing yoga. Much better.