The King of Curtains

Okay.... So remember how I told you that we have yet to put up curtains in LB's room?  Well.... we still haven't... I know, parent fail.  The issue is: I want to make the curtains and Jerk Face? Well, Jerk Face is being a jerk face. Santa brought me a (Project Runway Edition- fancy, right?) sewing machine for Christmas and it's still in the box... I've been stitching to get it out and try it! (See what I did there? I used 'stitching' instead of 'itching', pretty clever, huh?)

I want you all to know that we DO IN FACT, have some "window coverings" in LB's room... I think it's hilarious (maybe a wee bit creepy...) and Jerk Face feels bad for our neighbors... something about 'dropping property values'...?
{FYI- We DO have the worst house on the cul de sac. Our priorities just aren't focused on the OUTSIDE of our house right now.. but we're trying to fix it: new windows, paint, blacktop, weed killer, trimming, new mulch, etc.}

(Nevermind the overgrown bushes, we haven't trimmed them yet-- yard work is a process!) 

Do you see the top right window? That's LB's.

What? You can't see what's in the window?  They're some old beach towels...

Let me give  you a closer look:

A bright (an ever so slightly gaudy) orange polka dotted one...

and who's that you ask?

Why, it's The King of Rock n Roll!

Elvis Presley 

...he is alive and living in my daughter's room... creepy?

Even creepier? He glares at you as you enter her room.. Watches as I rock her to sleep...  He stares at her while she sleeps...

I told LB that Elvis is her guardian angel... 

Maybe it's a little less creepy that way?