As you know, there’s a baby on the way in my household. And as of three weeks ago, the spare bedroom room where said baby was going to sleep looked like this:
Clearly, it had turned into a storage room much more so than a spare room. And yes, that is 11 years worth of the New Yorker stashed in those green magazine dividers. What can I say? I can’t part with them. At one point I also had 11 years of Esquire saved, in chronological order, on the shelves above them. What happened to those, you ask? Oh, my
SWEET husband kindly threw them out while I was away for the weekend. Yes, true story.
I painted the walls yellow when we moved in, thinking it’d be a nice baby room color. But in the dark room, the yellow was BRIGHT on the walls, as you can see. Not exactly conducive to creating a soft, serene environment to make that baby want to sleep through the night.
And this is the closet where all of the baby’s clothes, diapers and toys are supposed to go, since we won’t have room for a dresser in our new set-up.
As you can see, it was home to all of my crafts, the hubby’s CDS and sports jerseys, bags upon bags of corks and some random kitchen equipment. A hot mess, really. But I knew where everything in there was, so that was all that ever mattered.
The room also boasted this SWEET ceiling fan, which shakes LOUDLY as it turns. Yuck.
In the past few weeks, we’ve been cleaning, painting and organizing the room – and all of my crafts and crap that were housed in it. Next week I’ll share some photos of stage one of our re-do. I will give you a little preview: I did finally agree to let the New Yorkers go on vacation for a little while. My Aunt Kathy kindly offered to keep them safe for me, so my husband couldn’t “accidently” throw them away.