Chapter 1 : Paint Failure
The walls are/were not pink. I decided I wasn't a pink person after all. They aren't wallpapered either, but that was a good guess.
A couple of weeks ago I got stressed out after having lunch with a friend who is less pregnant than me and much further along with her nursery.
You see I do this design thing all day long and it's exhausting work, I know some of y'all think it's all fun and games... but it's not all fun and games, it takes a brain, drains you creatively and emotionally... it's hard work. So for the past 6 months I've been working. On other people's homes. Mine wasn't that important. Until that lunch date where after I started freaking out a little.
So in a panic I went to Home Depot and picked a 1.5" x 1.5" paint sample. Yes, I have thousands of tried and true paint samples in my office... but I was in a panic. So I went to Home Depot and had it mixed. And started painting that night. If you had been a fly on the wall in the nursery you might have shed a tear for me.
Chance said "I hate to say this, but this color isn't that great. The old color is much more cozy. This color you picked surprises me." To which I replied "I know. I kinda hate it. But let's finish it, maybe it'll dry different."
It was a color called "Wicker Mat"... a better name would have been "Non-Committal Pastel Yellow".
Are you still reading? Or reaching for the nearest trash can so you can vomit?
I found myself saying something I've never said before "it's just paint"... and my kind husband agreed.
This is my dag-gum profession, people pay me to do this. And for those people I'd like to think I do it pretty well. But for myself and my precious little girl's room... I half-assed it. Sorry for the language, but it was necessary for emphasis.
I had a fabric to go with that pale yellow paint color I painted on the walls. It was a Ralph Lauren blue fabric that I've always wanted for my bedroom... so that's where I'll use it instead, unless I get tired of it before I ever implement it and if that happens I'll just sell it to someone, or put it in next years yard sale. I'll spare you the photographs of the pale yellow room. It was atrocious. Let's not talk about it ever again, okay?
No comments about how you like pastel yellow... please?
So, I decided I wasn't going to rush it. I was gonna get over the failed paint color that was very, very wrong. I just needed time to think it through.
Chance thought it would be comforting to tell me "the baby isn't gonna know one way or another." If there are any husbands reading: you shouldn't say that kind of thing to a pregnant woman who just painted her nursery the wrong color.
Oh, and my sister reminded me "John Martin's nursery wasn't done til he was 6 months old." If you are a sister of a pregnant person, those aren't really comforting words either.
I know that in the grand scheme of things this nursery is nothing. It doesn't matter. That baby is gonna be in our room for the first few weeks anyway... but there is that nesting-factor, not to mention the excitement-factor that should come along with having a baby. So the fact that I was failing miserably to get my act together was killing me.
And you know when you are designer the baby's name is secondary to the nursery. If I had a dime for every time someone asked about the nursery I'd be on in island somewhere in a hammock, drinking a virgin pina colada.
So, as I told you in yesterday's post... I didn't rush it. I've had a few things up my sleeve that will work regardless of the colors, so I focused on those and waited for the rest of it to come to me.
It finally came to me. I will show you more soon, promise. The painters are coming today to paint over the bad color... so we are on the road to recovery.
But my goal yesterday: I ordered a couple of fitted crib sheet options as seen above.
Dwell Organic Crib Sheet and Dwell Forest Sky Sheet
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