Feathered Nest

I am officially ready. (Physically . . . um, check that. My living quarters are physically ready).
The baby can now come—I hung the mirror in the nursery—the final act before her room was completed.

Feels pretty good!

Despite being confined to bed rest for a good part of January and February, this "essential" part of my nesting was completed!
A few notes on the little room . . . for the sake of sentiment:

• The mirror hanging above the changing table/dresser belonged to my grandmother, and was at one time painted gilt gold.

• The changing table/dresser was salved from a garage sale for $10; re-structured a bit with wood glue and some new screws in the joints; sanded and painted; hardware replaced; and drawers lined. (The changing table topper itself came from Pottery Barn and was my one splurge.)

• The little green table belonged to my great uncle and was a gift as I moved into my first apartment (prior to marriage and children.)

• The rocking chair was my Christmas gift from my sweet husband.

• The crib belonged to Caleb (and the teeth marks deeply etched into the inside rail are his not-so-subtle contribution to the decor and overall ambiance of the piece).

• The crib bedding I made myself. (And had I know how many sewing machine needles the bumper alone would decimate, I might have considered purchasing a set and making the bedding my second splurge.)

• The quote painted above the crib was discovered while shopping with my auntie, promptly copied down, and over the course of the last nine months (seriously, it took me that long), stenciled, traced, and hand-painted on the wall. (Never again).

Over the course of the last five-going-on-six years that Aaron and I have lived in the Red House, this little room has been transformed from guest bedroom to business office (the first location of RedHouseMedia, in fact); into nursery for Caleb, a guest bedroom once more, then the master bedroom, and now finally, a nursery again—as it will now stay for quite some time!