Harper's nursery was a bit of a sore spot for quite some time. The story goes like this: I decided to paint Harper's nursery this nice shade of sky blue when I was about 20 weeks pregnant. (Yes, I used low-VOC paint, ventilated the room, wore a face mask, took frequent breaks, blah blah blah blah blah).
Harper is only mildly damaged from the fumes. I'm sure the damage from the salami, sushi, unpasteurized cheese and wine I had at 35 weeks killed far more brain cells.
Anyway, I proceeded to paint the room. I hated painting that room. I hate painting in general. But I did it. For Harper. Because I loved her already. Then, we decided to buy a new house and move when I was 37 weeks pregnant. Oh, and if you didn't already know, we also decided to put a new sewer line in said house...oh...yeah...the week I gave birth. So, my beautiful painted room now sits with some random tenant in it. I'm not even sure if it's still my pretty sky blue, to be honest.
So, when we finally moved into the new house, the last thing I wanted to think about was decorating yet another nursery. Nonetheless, OUT OF LOVE FOR HARPER, I did it. :) And oh, how I love it. This little room makes me so happy. It's full of lovely things given to Harper by friends and family, found at random thrift stores, made by mommy and handed down from generations past. Every thing in this room makes me happy. Except the smell emanating from the diaper pail.
THE BEST PART? I didn't even have to paint it.