When i was a kid, I snuck into my grandmother’s attic, but to me, that old room was more than an attic, it was a wonderland. When I entered, I left the real world and my imagination took over. One day I would be a pirate, guarding and hoarding the ancient chests I found. On another day, I would be a warrior, using the old swords from my grandfathers days in the service. I’d be a Russian spy, with fur hats and jackets (hopefully not made from real animal fur). My grandmother was a world traveler, and I know she would like our. world shower curtain
The more I visited her attic, the more I never wanted to leave. Once, I found an old trunk that held the greatest blanket I’ve ever encountered. It was actually a quilt from my great great grandmother. The design was stellar and I started to sneak out of my bed, and spend the night in the attic wrapped in that awesome blanket.
Today, we carry a number of quilted shower curtains.