Don’t worry. I don’t have a hole in my stomach. The title was a play on words…well…my bad attempt at a play on words.
Yesterday we painted Clare’s room. Glorious. Fun and fulfilling.
My original plan was to smother the room in reds and oranges and yellows and greens and every bright color I could think of. Then one night I asked Andrew what he thought…don’t know why I didn’t think of that to begin with.
He looked at me with dreamy, far off eyes and said, “What about a nice pink?”
I hadn’t planned on that…
So I decided that my starting plan was not going to work and I set out looking for something a little different that we could both tolerate.
I came up with this:
I thought a nice blue would do the trick -with lots of fun pink stuff. The next week a friend put on their own blog that they were painting their nursery the same color and decorating according to gender.
Let’s hope they’re having a boy.
We’re not going to do the tree on the wall. Instead we’re doing a bird kind of thing…have to see it. I’ll update when we get there.
So we started.
We made sure that it was safe for me to paint. Evidently most latex paints are safe for pregnant ladies as long as the room is well ventilated. I spent about a half hour working and let Andrew finish the rest.
To be continue…
In other news: We’re going to Cornerstone Music Festival next week. If you’re missing the blog…don’t…I’ll be back with plenty of good stories.