Forward Thinking and Hanging Cloth

I was lucky enough to have a week off last week. One of my many little tasks I desperately needed to complete was settling the second story bathroom privacy issue. Long ago, the door, if it could be so called, was pulled down and thrown out. The bathroom, which is far smaller than the inside of a late 70’s Chevelle, couldn’t have a normal swinging door and the closet-style collapsing door made being in that bathroom feel like jail time. After deciding against saloon doors, I settled on a curtain that gives privacy and would still let light in from the hallway.

It has been more than a month since I went to Fabric Row in Philly to purchase the proper cloth to make my curtain. It is an unbacked off white base with soft blue and green stripes matching the colors of the bathroom and offsetting the hallway color (so I’m told as I’m horrible with color schemes). Anyway, it was measured, sewn and hung.
As I made the inaugural use of that bathroom post-curtaining official by washing my hands, I realized I didn’t hang a curtain. I envisioned a dozen drunken friends going into and out of that bathroom and realized no, it isn’t a curtain – it’s a very big hand-drying towel. Tomorrow, I start work on signage for use of the second floor bathroom.