So I mentioned that one of the things that kept this holiday upbeat was all of the work we've done on the nursery. A few months back I began agonizing over fabrics, carrying swatches with me and assaulting strangers for their opinions, and mulling over patterns. I finally settled on my fabrics and purchased them, along with yards and yards of batting, foam rubber, thread, and ribbon.
I have to say, I am just thrilled with the results. We only lack the blanket now, which is being made by my mother at her house, due to a last minute sewing machine melt-down that left mine unable to perform a zig-zag stitch. I was afraid for a while that all of the fabrics would look to schizophrenic, but once I saw the bumpers taking shape, I could tell that they would turn out just as I'd imagined.
I also plan to stencil some fireflies and hand-paint some scrolly vines in the corners of the nursery, here and there. Notice I said "plan". Should that never come to fruition, well, that's fine, too.
There's currently an old wooden rocking chair (that my husband has re-stained to match the nursery furniture) in our garage. It's cushions need re-apholstering and the chair needs a few coats of polyurethane before it can come upstairs. There's also my old changing table keeping it company. It's in great shape, but it's the wrong color, so I'm going to paint it the same color white as our trim molding and then apholster the drawer fronts in the leftover material from the bedding. I hope it turns out alright. My craftiness only goes so far.
So, without further ado, I give you the nursery:
View from the doorway:
The giant-isimo dresser:
The armoire (featuring my kitty for scale):
And the window, for which my dad may build a long bank of storage/seating space:
So there you have it, folks. I'll try and keep you updated as we finish off each project.
Oh, and if you don't like something, don't feel like you have to share - I'm currently accepting only praise, of both the false and honest variety.