There have been so very many things I have thought to post in the past year (or more) and haven't and a few things that I've posted and can't remember that I just don't know if I'm repeating myself. I'll tell it like it's new and you can just roll your eyes at me.
When Mr. P moved to his own room a few months ago, he got a new bed. An IKEA bed (you know how much I love IKEA!) with bars that curtains could be hung from (and were) and a bowed canopy could be snapped on top of (and was). This was meant to make his new room more attractive to him, because he'd at first been very excited at the idea of his own room and then been panicked at the thought of losing rights to the room he's shared with Shmoogie for the past two years.
The new tent bed was definitely enticing, enticing enough that while it didn't totally calm his angst, it spurred Shmoogie into tearful jealousy as counterpoint.
To counteract that, I hung her lower bunk with curtains (just by stuffing the edge under the mattress), mostly some very pretty patterned sheer ones (also from IKEA, two homes ago and without a role to play here so far).
Which is all just background so I can tell you how much I love the shadows her reading lamp makes through the sheers.