Remember this place?
It is the nursery we made for Gabe, back when he was known as Blinky and we had no idea what sort of bits he or she would posess. If you want the whole scoop on the nursh, check it out here. And if you want to purchase my 3 Little Birds Nursery Accessories, click here!
Remember I was so convinced I was having a girl, I even hung the A up on the wall? Well after Gabe arrived, I took the A down. Oh and I also changed his room a bit. Take a looksee...
I know, what the eff did I go and do that for?
Well I'll explain. After Gabe was born, I would sit with him in the original nursery and not feel like it fit him at all. Face it, it was a bit girly. And wasn't Gabe at all, if that makes any sense. Then a few things happened that convinced me that things needed to change. The first ended up being the shit-tastic original windows in our house that decided to leave themselves open to a certain pest that my area has been dealing with for the past few years, the stinkbug. These effers were getting in and walking around the ceiling and hanging out by the windows. Um, gross. And in my baby's room? Kill me. I was skeeved beyond skeeved. So after cleaning every last one of them out of the room, disinfecting floor to ceiling and sealing up the windows, I realized that there could be one hiding anywhere. And that was not okay with me. Luckily during this time, Gabe was sleeping in the bassinet in our room and we keep most of his everyday clothes downstairs anyway, so I wasn't concerned about that. But things like the faux sheepskin rugs, the curtains and the hanging fabric poofs were perfect places for those stinky bastards to set up shop. So they had to go. Much to my extreme delight, these bugs are no longer around. My exterminator said they headed South. Sorry South.
Another problem I came across was my glider. My most perfect, best CL find ever-glider. I realized I hated it. I would try to stand up holding a sleeping baby to put him in his crib but the glider would go gliding back on me and I almost fell. Multiple times. I decided I needed a stable chair if this was gonna work. It's funny the things you think you need when you're pregnant and then boom, you realize you had no clue. So we sold the glider to John's co-worker and scored a mint condition Ikea slipcovered chair on CL. We came full circle on this whole chair business.
Let's take a look around and see what changed.
First up, the wall color. The cream color that looks yellow in pictures was just fine and great. But as soon as I started thinking of how to re-do his room and make it a little more boyish, I knew I wanted a bluish gray. At this point, let me say that my husband kind of wanted to kill me. He hates painting. With a passion. He put up a good fight as to changing up this room but surprise surprise, I won. I convinced him that this would be the last time he'd have to paint this room and that everything I was planning on doing could easily be transitioned into a big boy room a few years down the road. And c'mon, I birthed him a man child to carry on his lineage, I deserve another coat of paint or two.
I started collecting room accessories months and months ago, starting with the Union Jack flag from Urban Outfitters that Michael alerted me to. That paved the way for my little British gentleman theme I've decided this room is. I bought things on clearance and on the cheap because um, this was my 2nd nursery in less than a year and I was already on John's shit list.
I needed something to replace my hanging pom pom things and since I never bought Gabe a mobile, it seemed like a good idea. But all the cutesy hand-embroidered ones I saw on etsy were insanely expensive so I made my own, using yarn and felt. It looks cute from far away but up-close it's a total Monet.
I did another DIY cribskirt but this time could get away with a lot less fabric since the mattress is almost down as far as it goes. I also didn't bother doing anything fancy or trying to get it perfect. I no-sew hemmed the edges and just bunched it up under the mattress. Works perfectly and gives the illusion that I might have done it on purpose. Or not. Whatevs.
I had hoped to buy a giant gray shag rug for this room but once again I was flabbergasted by the prices of rugs. I don't know why I expect them to get cheaper for some reason. So I brought this red one up from our family room and decided once again, it would do. I know it's not big enough but what are ya gonna do? I think when someone gives me a large chunk of money, I'll go with Flor tiles for a custom size rug.
Another push for the Brit theme was the ubiquitous vintage bus stop signs I kept seeing all over the internet for a pretty pretty penny. I thought I could DIY one pretty fast and cheap. It was neither. It took forever and was a giant pain in the ass. But in the end, I was like whatever and hung it up. It works.
See that changing pad? In almost eleven months, I've used it twice. We just don't do dipe changes up here. But what else are you gonna put on top of a baby's dresser? A bowl for his spare change? His cologne?
Oh and peep the tiny british trash can. Fact: The only trash generated from this room are tags from clothes that I rip off with my teeth.
I filled the new Ikea frames with something that Gabe actually knows and recognizes, Kipper the Dog...and his buddies. And I finally found a G to replace that A (which would have been for Avery btw).
and just because I love a theme...
and I know, did I really need to replace the closet door knobs? Well yes, yes I did. I had a bit of store credit at Anthro and we all know that a bit doesn't go very far there so I went with these cute knobbers.
So yeah, that's it. And dude, I freaking love it. It just feels right. And the dark cave-like feeling definitely doesn't hurt when it comes to naptime. And John likes it too, which means I might not be on his shit list anymore?? Yeah, I doubt it too.