Operation: Keep the sand out of soldier’s rooms

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In keeping with this month’s theme (I’m not going to keep up with it for very long, so don’t worry), tonight I’ll write about my brother. I choose tonight to write about him because I also finished the curtain he requested several weeks ago, and I have pictures to show.

My little brother (in years, definitely not height) is a hero to many because of the job he’s doing in Iraq. While I sit here in little ‘ole Asheville, complaining that my house is too hot when it’s over 80 outside, he’s sitting on the other side of the world, dealing with the 118 degree heat. When I complain about running in anything above 70 degrees, he’s running in temperatures that only my oven sees. I deal with having to clean up cat litter that Chloe manages to get on the bedroom floor, while he deals with sand blowing in a leaky window.

I really am pretty selfish and don’t have many reasons to complain.

So while the husband was at his book club tonight, I spent 90 minutes sewing a curtain. This would be my second “real” sewing project (third sewing attempt overall.) I am by no means an expert. Jason just needed a really large piece of material to hang on his window. The specifications he gave me were somewhat simple – it had to be 3-4 feet wide, 8 feet long, dark and keep sunlight out.

I went to Hancock Fabrics about a month ago and scored a piece of fabric that was really dark, thick enough to keep the sun out, and oh-so-soft. It was 5 feet wide and 9 feet long. Long enough for me to screw up on 🙂

Here it is, in all it’s glory, laying across the guest bed:


I have pictures of it in the downstairs room, and Chloe got a hold of it. She really enjoys a good curtain on the floor.

There are many more reasons while my brother is my hero, but I have all month to talk about him. For now, enjoy the pictures!

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