Friday, January 25, 2013

The Vision, Part II

H. and I refer to my nursery planning as "the vision". Every once in awhile I'll email him with the subject "the vision", and he knows what's coming.

My vision has no theme, no colors, no gender. It is, really, to make me happy. The room that is going to be baby's is tiny, and dark, and I don't think we'll spend a whole lot of time in there. And, truth be told, there is a good chance we won't stay in this apartment for more than a year after baby comes. So, yeah, the vision is my vision, and isn't over-the-top babyriffic.

1. Chair - Clare Fabric Living Room Chair from Macy's, in Cobalt
2. Rug - Kite Kilim rug from West Elm
3. Crib - Baby Mod Olivia 3-in-1 Crib from Walmart
4. Mobile - Somewhere Over the Rainbow Mobile from JennaEBee13 on Etsy
5. Dresser (changing table) - We'll be using one we already have, but similar to this one.

I've already shown you the first print we bought, which was the "Jenny at the Table" Maurice Sendak print, from Higglety Pigglety Pop:

But I've also got my eye on these two adorable prints from The Black Apple on Etsy:

The Cat's Pajama's
The Bee's Knees
Finally, the three city prints that used to hang over our bed?

Brooklyn, London, Toronto
Those will go in the baby's room. About time we got someone to represent Brooklyn. (those prints, by the way, are from birdAve on Etsy).

Thursday, January 24, 2013


Sometimes I get down on myself, and think I should write on my blog more. But then I wonder - can you even handle that many more photos of my cat?

The answer is no. No, you cannot. 

Anyhou. This past weekend I embarked on a little project for the little creature I'm brewing. Using some gorgeous Tana Lawn Capal fabric from Liberty of London. 

It's a beaut!

Would you like to hear a story about another baby blanket? Ok. Many years ago, before my older brother Tom was born, my mom knitted him a baby blanket. Aw. This was Tom's blankie, and he loved it. By the time I knew that blanket, it was grey, however I learned that when it was made it was actually yellow. 

Tom loved that blankie, and took it everywhere, and slept with it, and did what kids do with blankies. And that blankie was disgusting. The smell of that thing - of dirt, and barf, and kid, and who knows what horrors  - was repulsive. It would make you sick to sniff it.

Now, Tom is a grown up, late 30s, has a child of his own. And you know what? He still has that damn blankie. Sometimes I see photos of my nephew, and that blankie is nearby. Ew. Anyway, the point is that kids love their blankies.

I wanted to make something easy, and wasn't up for something as time-consuming as the last baby blanket I made.

So I went the easy route, of wholecloth. The body was easy, at least. I royally screwed up the border, though.

My understanding is that the baby won't mind, though. And if he ever asks, I will say it is in the naif style. 
 One day, blankie, you too will be grey and stinky.

Sunday, January 13, 2013


The cat is learning that the new addition to the family will disrupt his life. We've explained to him that there is a baby coming, we've shown him the ultrasounds, he's sniffed around the many baby things already been given to us, but the reality hit home when we started to move around furniture to turn the office into a nursery. He was not amused.

When we first found this apartment, we couldn't believe our luck that it had 3 bedrooms. That meant one bedroom for us, a guestroom and an office - almost unheard of in a reasonable price range (without roommates) in NYC. But now one of those extra rooms has to go. With both our families out of the country, and friends scattered around the globe, we can't (won't) give up the guest room, which means the office is the weakest link.

The office really was H's office. I think I sat in there once. It is tiny, but baby won't mind.

H. believes in literary segregation, which means his books needed to be away from mine, in a climate controlled room of their own with an armed guard. But times are tough, and this little room is perfect for baby.

Unwilling to throw all these books away (90% of which, I might add, were dragged over the ocean, through the skies in suitcases over a series of visits back to London), we moved the bookcases into our bedroom. Now H's books sleep with us, so H. can keep a watchful eye on them.

What was this:

Is now this:

And what was this:

Is now this:

And now this guy watches me sleep:

I haunt your dreams.
As does this guy:

Tolstoy, not so scary.

And what has become of the office? I guess that's to come.

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