Well, not totally complete. We still need the quilt Andy’s grandma Dolly is making. And a kid. But, otherwise, I really love her room.
I like thinking about where all the parts came from: We are borrowing the crib from my dear friend Loni. My mom gave us the shelves that were my grandmother’s and she painted them a few months back while on a visit from Red Lodge. My ma in law gave us the rocking chair that she used to rock Andy and Neysa and she painted it while in Missoula a few weeks ago.
The clothes, toys, gadgets and books are all from our friends and family and most have been grubbied by their bugs learning to breastfeed, roll, garden, play. The dragonfly hanging over the changing table was a birthday gift from Paige when we were like 20. The changing table was a garage sale score. The dog was not free but damn near and serves as the perfect accessory.
The delicious wool rug is brand spankin‘ new from IKEA. So are the irresistible Alice hooks. I still can’t get enough of the curtains and often turn on the light just to steal a quick look.
Only a few weeks left. And then. Everything changes.
Oh, it’s beautiful! I always felt it was “real” when the nursery was finished.