Saturday, February 9, 2013
Recently, I committed to blogging more. As soon as I did that, I started perusing OTHER blogs for inspiration. By that, I mean that I looked around, trying to find an answer to the burning question of "How in the world do these people have so much to write about?!"
What I found in all my browsing is that, apparently, a key component of a successful blog is an entry that contains a description of the decor in one (or more) of the rooms in the blogger's home - complete with pictures of the process and a description of how it came to be how it came to be.
I can do that.
But which room to feature? Since all but one of the rooms in my home are decorated in some combination of "Stuff I had in Grad School" and "Things Jeremy Collected from his Ninety Year Old Aunt," the logical choice is to post pictures of Jones's room.
That's what this entry is all about, and "because you asked (didn't you?)," here's how it came to be, how it came to be:
|I fully expect a "cease & desist"|
letter from Hootie Johnson
any day now.
For me, the theme came easily.
My husband is a lifelong golfer, and though our "Robert Jones" was named after Jeremy and my great grandfather, a Masters theme seemed a logical choice for a little boy who shares a name with the founder of Augusta National.
Significantly less easy, though, was selecting a shade of yellow paint. Not that anything's wrong with either, I didn't want Big Bird, nor did I want John Deere, so we tried out several shades and finally ended up with something we could both live with. More specifically, we ended up with FIVE COATS of something we could both live with. Thank God for very helpful in-laws with very sturdy upper body strength.
Using this palatte, we were also able to come up with a couple swatches of coordinating fabrics, including my favorite - green fabric with white polka dots that I tell myself are actually golf balls, though they clearly are not.
|It was actually harder than I|
thought it'd be to find Jenny Lind.
We had to order it online.
So, there ya go.
|The books in this rack almost all came|
from McKay's in Knoxville. This
used book superstore is a MECCA
for book lovers ... and the bane
of my friend Leslie's existence.
|I will grant you this: that IS a LOT of yellow.|
|These were just solid bins.|
I used fabric glue to adhere the
green & white ribbon to them.
This may very well be as crafty
as I am capable of being.
|Annnnnnd ... now, I'm thirsty.|
Two of my favorite things are his Coke crate toy bins, uncovered at an antique store here in Asheville, and his bedspread. This was the biggest splurge of the entire room. I mailed a lady on Etsy some of our fabrics, and she made this, and I am crippled by its cuteness.
AND WE DO NOT EVEN USE IT.
|We went with the generic "Pressley"|
in case Jones ever has a brother who'd
like to not use this blanket, too!
So that's that!
Add in some curtains my mother-in-law made, a floor full of toys he's still too small to play with, and the obligatory name in letters over his crib (I wish I could've come up with something more creative, but, on the up side, if we ever forget the name of the little chap who's taken up residence in our guest room, it provides a nice reminder), and you've got yourself a golf-themed baby nursery.
And, gratefully, there's not ONE piece of the "Stuff I Had in Grad School."
Posted by Kristin at 2:09 PM