Projects: Li’l Nefertiti Needs a Nursery

As I predicted would happen, my baby just turned a year old and I haven’t yet managed to make a cute place for her to rest her giant baby head. (It’s true, she really does have an exceptionally large cranium, which is why we call her Li’l Nefertiti.)

Why won't you make my room cute?

Why won’t you make my room cute?

She shares a room of a decent size with her two siblings in the manner of a British nursery, only without the nanny. The room itself is not without its charm, especially considering the fact that it was built in the budget-conscious year of 1995. And my baby has a decent crib, given to us by my sister who bought it in Belgium when she was living there. This is irrelevant, except for the fact that it gives the crib a certain caché, at least in my mind, and means that the crib is, like the Belgians themselves, small and attractive. Unlike our dear American cribs of larger proportions. (If only we would eat more frites, baguettes and chocolate like the Belgians do! Oh wait…)

It’s not just the nursery. House projects are piling up these days: stone walls and bookshelves and handmade farm tables and refinished floors and vegetable gardens and re-staining the siding and painting the trim and  treehouses and outdoor-chandeliers-on-pulleys-over-picnic tables and…

But first things first, I need to make the baby’s room more attractive before she completely loses it. Or leaves home after graduation, whichever comes first.!!!


Interiors: My Reality

I had three visitors yesterday (this is what happens when you have a baby – you are the recipient of generous people bearing gifts) and along with gifts, every one of my visitors dispensed words of wisdom.  The third, final, and — not coincidentally — oldest visitor began to discuss with me what my days were like. She said that this time in my life would be remembered in a blur, that I should measure success by making it through another day. And that I should dress my children within the first 15 minutes of them waking up or we would all spend the entire day in pajamas.

I think she might be right. In my foggy state every evening (I’m writing this at 1 a.m. when every other soul in this house is finally, finally quiet. At least for now) I imagine all the piles of things that I will do when I wake up the next morning. And then I wake up the next morning and stare at my lists of scribbled directives — and I make a LOT of lists — before drifting back to sleep while my oldest children watch shows on Netflix and I half-yell, half-mumble to them to watch something “PBS-ish”. It’s bad enough that they are spending their early hours watching TV but it would be unbearable to think of them watching The Amazing Spiderman instead of Super Why! Here’s a confession: I don’t like Super Why!, even if it is supposed to be good for my kids. Besides being painfully, self-consciously educational, I think it is  a dumb show with horrible computer-generated animation and eviscerated plot lines of classic fairy tales destroyed for political reasons. For example, when it comes to the character of the Wolf in Little Red Riding Hood, it turns out that the poor creature is actually just trying to play hide-and-seek with Little Red Riding Hood. He has no interest in eating her at all, and if only he weren’t so misunderstood, they could be best friends. I’m not kidding. That’s the sort of messed up plot that drives this show.

So maybe my kids should be watching Spiderman. Or maybe they shouldn’t be watching anything. Maybe I should be downstairs soft-boiling eggs and making toast points while they quietly wait at the table with napkins in their laps. But that’s not happening. And I’ll tell you what else isn’t happening: this blog. In my mind anyway, I have all sorts of interesting posts lined up about interiors, posts detailing my deeply held opinions about design magazines, posts featuring some new fantastic handmade products from our store. But all of this information is stored away in my head, locked in a back room somewhere behind I-hope-the-baby-is-okay and if-I-step-on-another-stray-lego-somebody-is-going-to-pay-bigtime.

So: ta ta for now, readers. I’ll be back in a few weeks as my brain cells gradually re-inflate. In the meantime I plan on engaging in some very real world activities, whether I like it or not.

New Addition

Francie's first day.

Last week was busy with all sorts of projects, culminating in the arrival on Thursday of Francie, the newest addition to our household. So far she has been exceptionally quiet, sleeping her days away in the manner of newborns. This will change soon enough so for now I’m just enjoying these hours of staring at her placid little face and being amazed at it all.

In honor of Francie, here are some links to great posts by other, more organized and design-savvy bloggers than I who have managed to put together their nurseries before the arrival of the baby. What a novel idea! My style, on the other hand, is one born more of necessity. Eventually I’ll put the whole thing together – hopefully before Francie’s first birthday.

“Babies are such a nice way to start people.” — Don Herold,1889-1966


1. Abbey Goes Design Scouting

2. Amy Meier Design

3. Honey & Fitz

4. Angela Furr