Crazy Wallpaper I May Buy

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.

Progress Interruptus

Better Half Ben and I have been trying desperately to get some stuff down around New House. Sadly we only got the front ceiling painted and wired in a new fixture before tragedy struck: yet ANOTHER cold is making its rounds throughout our household. So far I only have a minor case of the tiny ugly germs, but sweet baby (ok, 2 year old) Ike is super sick. Like, waking up a zillion times a night with a terrible chest rattle and horrific fever sick. I think he's a bit better today, mostly because he's hovering like a vulture around the computer as I type. Anyhow, short post today, but I hope to have some pictures to show soon. I can tell you that I'm seeing some rich, saturated color around these here parts. Maybe like this:

Back soon (I hope).

Enjoy the broody moody vibe.

She Wore Blue Velvet

Yeah, I still want a blue velvet sofa. But when Jenny from MFAMB started saying things like "folex" and "lint roller" I got a little skeered. Maybe some people are better at keeping their hot stuff tidy, but I am in kid vomit and sticky jello red alert phase. Not that it's stopping the sexy feeling I get from gazing upon such beauties as these:

Purdy.

As I type this, I remember that I may have a slice of cobalt velveteen goodness of my very own:

Oh yeah. That guy. Somehow he has escaped Ike's jelly period unscathed, mostly due to the magic of a sheepskin cover and general neglect.

Which is why I think I'm going to sell him. Her. It. It brings tears of sadness to my eyeballs, but our bedrooms in New House are just so much smaller than they were in Old House. Blue velvet rocker must go.

Let me know if you're interested.

In the meantime, don't think about this:

Scary Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet... don't think about it!

Later, taters. Sleep with the lights on tonight.