I have finally finished all of the details for the baby's nursery, and I am itching to share the final photos! Sadly, I have to edit the pictures carefully because the baby's name is now hanging in the room in two different places. I'm going to take her name down tonight, but I wanted to get the nail holes in and everything placed so the room would feel finished. I didn't count on Brennan trying to sound out her name when he went in the room earlier. I thankfully ushered him out before he worked too hard at it! We have managed to keep the secret this long, and I don't want to blow it with just days remaining!
I finally finished the lamp shade I had mentioned in a previous post. I used some leftover fabric, inexpensive ribbon, and expensive fringe (why does trim always cost so dang much??) to customize the shade. I love the way it turned out. It's so french-looking. I plan to do a post with step-by-step instructions for recovering a paneled lampshade sometime soon, so if you want to know how I did it, I promise to let you in on all of my secrets.
My new favorite part of the room is this make-shift window seat. I love, love, love it! I have always had a thing for window seats, and although this doesn't technically qualify, it at least gives the illusion of being a window seat. The view from the window is beautiful, overlooking the gorgeous Tennessee hills across the road.
We originally bought this black bench for a specific wall when we lived in Dallas. It held Brennan's books and toys when he was a baby, and it was a wonderful storage solution. Since we have moved to Nashville, however, it has basically taken up space, and it has not served much of a purpose. I decided that it would be better off in the nursery where it would look attractive and actually store some toys. I plan to keep books in bins on the bottom shelf, so I either need to find another pink one or get two new ones.
After the baby arrives, I will post shots of the whole room. It won't be too much longer!
In a completely rational society, the best of us would aspire to be teachers and the rest of us would have to settle for something less, because passing civilization along from one generation to the next ought to be the highest honor and the highest responsibility anyone could have.
