What in the name of all that’s holy possessed me to drive 30 minutes to Ikea in North York on a Sunday afternoon of a long weekend? Is it madness? Nah. Hub had installed the wall plugs and brackets for the new curtain rods in my freshly painted office. I’d picked black because they were dramatic and I’d thought they’d be a nice contrast with the bright-white sheer draperies that we bought to cover the lovely new windows that give me a person’s eye view of our back yard. Once they were up, though, I didn’t like the black. Too contrasty. We had lunch while we chatted about whether I’d live with the three Betylig brackets and Racka rod or Hub would uninstall them,…

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