So I got this crazy idea that if I made curtains for the...um...baby's room...you know, something just for her that inspiration and momentum would simultaneously occur. I think that I may be getting somewhere because yesterday I actually purchased some coordinating sheets for the...uh...crib. Crib? Uh, yeah, the crib. I'm thinking that it is time to pull that thing out of the garage and get on with assembling and dressing it.
Sorry about the uncomfortable pauses above. Its just that I have such a feeling of intangibilty about our adoption. It feels so abstract and elusive. Remote, even.
Curtains, yes curtains! Nothing like a little drapery to make it all the more real, don'tcha think?
I like to create the illusion of a plan:
I usually end up fudging it. Works fine for me - as long as I use a tape measure. My trusty iron does its part in keeping things even and straight - so that helps.
Iris always wants to help.
She is a great little partner.
Originally I planned to use the red lacy trim together with the blue - but it looked a little on the boudoiresque side. Can't have that for a nursery, now can we? I ended up using it on the back as a fancy seam something-or-other.
Call me reckless and indulgent.
Here is the finished product:
I am pleased. And, no, the walls are not staying purple. God, no.
These are the sheets I bought at B's R Uz. And, yes, I parked in the Stork spaces - those people have no idea the toll that an unexpected and agonizingly LONG "paper pregnancy" can have on a girl. Seriously, they do not know the half.
Anyway, I think that I have a palette unfolding here. I'm thinking of the blue corduroy for a bed skirt. God, how I love corduroy. I'd been saving this for a jumper/overall sort of thing - but I'm thinking it works with the room vibe.
This just may keep me going for a while.