(I bet some/most of you are surprised I knew that term! Interesting, isn't it, that a word that once meant something sub-standard, now is all the rage.)
While last year's attempt at winterizing my living room windows was a success, it was a marginal success. I had sewn flannel-lined shades that did, indeed, block most of the cold that vibrated into the room, but they were awkward to fold up and tended to block a lot of the already puny wintery light.
After mulling it around off and on, I came up with another (bright) idea. Fleece curtains! While I am sure that there might be some who develop a nervous tic at the mere thought of fleece as window dressing, I managed to find a nice, medium-weight dove gray fleece on sale when my DS Connie and I hit JoAnn Fabrics some weeks ago. Since there would be a small amount (less than a yard) on the bolt after my purchase, I got a larger discount for buying the whole thing. Woot!
I decided to make it as easy as possible, with minimum sewing so that, in case it was just awful, I would still have most of the fabric with which to make jammie pants. It pays to be one step ahead when you know not what you do.
LOVE THEM. And they required no sewing whatsoever. I measured the window, cut them to length, and folded the top over an inch and a half, then cut small slits at regular intervals, through which I threaded the tension rod. Omg. They are so warm and cozy and don't look half bad. As a matter of fact, in order to help Slimbo work through a relapse (this vertigo stuff is never-ending, it seems), I dug out a piece of dark brown fleece with little white paw prints and did the same thing for the cat room window. When light comes through the little paw prints, it gives the room a rather dappled effect and lets just enough light in that it's not cave-like. Cool. Slimbo has rallied, although I am sure it's not because of the curtain or that he's developed a liking to the antibiotic sludge I squirt down his gullet twice a day.