Baby girl is not going to have a nursery, which has me feeling both sad and relieved. I love the idea of decorating a space especially for this special little one. But only the idea. Actually decorating any space completely overwhelms me.
When it comes to interior design, I am a total dunce. Half the time, I don't even know what I like! I adore how things look in showrooms and catalogs—often just because they're in showrooms and catalogs. When everything has been arranged by people whose job it is to make you fall in love with objects (whether they're gazillion-dollar, one-of-a-kind treasures or affordable pieces of Swedish particleboard) I can't help but swoon. I'm easy. Even if you go in with some design know-how and a clear sense of style, showrooms aren't playing fair, with their sky-high ceilings and luxurious square footage.
Our little house was built in 1970. It has popcorn ceilings and teensy rooms. The "master" bedroom is big enough to accommodate a king-size bed...and nothing else. The playroom, which would be the nursery if there were going to be a nursery, is barely nine feet square. And it's a huge problem.
Since we moved into the house two-and-a-half years ago, this little "bed"room has functioned as a poorly organized walk-in toy closet. We experimented with putting a daybed in it, but that somehow made the room feel more closet-like, not less. My dad recently helped me swap the playroom shelving unit with the bookshelf from Westley's room, which made some difference. (Both shelving units have been pushed back into the rooms' closets, creating a touch more floor space.) But that was just a start.
The playroom will have to become shared space before too long. It's currently the only room in the house with space for a dresser and diaper pail. And I decided that as long as I was cleaning and organizing the playroom, I'd add a nursing-friendly chair and swap in the curtains that have been sitting in the linen closet for ages.
It's already much better.
(Now with the flash, so you can actually see it.)
There's not a lot going on, but at least most of the toys have a place to live and we can actually see the carpet again. And even though you can't tell, I fixed the dresser. Go me.
The playroom/not-really-a-nursery is definitely a work in progress. There's no telling how much of that progress will get progressed before the baby is born. In any case, this is probably the first of many nesting progress reports.