First of all, thank you SO MUCH for your kind and generous well wishes on yesterday's post! While making babies is lots of fun, carrying them is... not so much fun. Thank you for filling the gaping void left by my good friends gin and tonic. Now I promised to get off my ass and play decorating party with you, so yesterday (in between American Pickers and Pawn Stars... I am obviously addicted to vicarious antiquing) I ordered a motherload of wallpaper samples.
I'm really digging this Abigail Edwards Seascape paper for the small but bright nursery, be it boy or girl:
For a boy I would paint the ceiling dark teal, for a girl I would use aubergine. White roman shades trimmed in matching cord, deco mahogany furniture, Ike's old hot air balloon chandelier (see it and the furniture in Ike's old room here), this chair reupholstered in warm charcoal (patterned?) velvet, and a few tiny persimmon accents. Bam! And that's about all that tiny room can handle. Except for a baby. (please, jeebus, let it handle the baby!)
So here is my tentative nursery girl palette.
And the boy palette.
Plus there will be lots of gold and black and flame mahogany up in that joint.
ps: we painted our front room that teal color, but darker.
pps: planning to paint the master bedroom that aubergine color... but darker.
Thoughts? Concerns?
Am I already scarring the fetus for life by plotting such things?
The scarring has to start sometime.