How was your weekend my friends? On Valentine's Day, we ended up making an indoor tent! A ghetto little brother version of this one. We were limited on supplies and patience.
Hal hung a piece of rope from two opposite walls in our sunken living room. We draped over two mismatched sheets and it was a mess. The weight of the sheets sagged the rope and it looked pathetic. I was getting frustrated and bratty. My 4-cheese truffle fondue was ready to be served and we weren't close to being done. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: It's not working. Let's just forget it.
Hal: No, I'll figure it out.
Me: We don't have time. The fondue needs to be eaten...now.
Hal: Just let me think about it for a minute.
So he went to the closet and produced a broom handle. He wrapped the rope around it to provide structure. Then tied the sheets around the stick. That was the trick. We secured the top with my hair clip and the bottom sheet corners with heavy objects. Voila! We placed our coffee table and floor cushions inside. Granted, our heads rubbed up against the tent walls, turning our hair into static cling 'fros. But it was perfect. We ate our tasty fondue while reveling in our collective childlike genius.
After dinner, we replaced the table with a mattress. Then set up our projector to screen dvds on the opposite wall. We cozied up in bed and watched "Couples Retreat" from inside our tent. Bailey loved our impromptu theater. She kept attacking the wall!
