Since we found out we were going to be parents, I have dreamt of having a baby nursery. Andy searched out the perfect cherry sleigh crib on the Internet since baby stores in Montana did not exist except in cities too far for us to drive to on a Sunday afternoon. Once ordered, we drove 300 miles to pick it up and the perfect matching changing table that converts to a dresser was delivered to our church since it was $40 less expensive than delivering it to base housing.
Andy did not like hello pink for our baby girl’s room, I did not want hello yellow.
We finally found the perfect colors that both of us could live with (strangely like the colors we might see fit in our own bedroom one day). Sage and wine– and yes, for the babies room. There are no cartoon characters that loudly blare "I AM A BABY’S ROOM"- a soft chenille patchwork of Classic Pooh can be seen, if only you gently lean in over the crib.
When we were expecting, Sarah, we had a last minute move to L.A. in the 8th month and you guessed it, not enough time to prepare the walls of the baby nursery. Don’t get me wrong, we had a bumper, quilt, beautiful baby furniture but no painted walls.
As you know, time passes and the painting goes by the wayside as there is no dire need to paint walls for newborns who can’t tell the color of their room anyway. Along we went with mundane white walls. I added small touches here and there to cover for the fact that the walls of the baby’s room were bare, but I still longed for the finished look.
And on Saturday afternoon, we pulled it all together. Andy obliged my longing for a nursery- this time specially made for our second daughter, Ashleigh. I cannot take all the credit for the design (will give that credit to PB Kids), or all of the painting (I’ll take all of the prep work credit though!), but I am pleased.
So is my husband.
And Ashleigh is sleeping in her beautiful crib tonight in her finished room- okay, almost finished. I am awaiting an "a" for the wall.