I found myself driving behind a modified hearse on the freeway a few days ago. The back window was all tricked out with red velvet curtains, including a rather snazzy valance, and a sort of dead-looking teddy bear was peeping out.
It is a measure of my current decorating madness that my first reaction was dismayed jealousy that this person had the wherewithal to choose window treatments for her car while we can’t even manage curtains for the living room.