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Stork Sighting!

Superstition runs deep in my blood. I am constantly running around rescuing spiders because I know it is bad luck to kill one. Of course, the sensible part of me knows this is silly, but I cannot bring myself to intentionally kill a spider. I am afraid of the deluge of bad luck it could bring. I even avoid cracks in the sidewalk. I know, I know: strange.

That said, I cannot reveal too much about our latest news, for fear of jinxing it. But my husband’s office has been quickly turned into a nursery and I am thrilled with the results. I did not repaint anything, because I painted it only about a year ago, so the color scheme is the same as the old office. We used Benjamin Moore’s, Anjou Pear on the walls, and a light blue called Palace Fountain from Valspar, on the ceiling.

New nursery.

I used an ABC quilt that my grandmother gave me as a gift several years ago as inspiration for this room. I have always loved that quilt, which she had made for Secondo, my second child, when she was on a trip to Thailand.

Hand-made ABC Quilt.

I also grabbed an old desk from Prima’s room, which could still use a coat of paint, for use as a changing table. The painting of Dahlia flowers next to the crib is from my husband’s family and adds a pop of cheery color. The curtains are stolen from my neighbor’s house and the crib has been on loan for , ummm, like 13 years or so.

Dahlia Painting, from great-grandpa d’Eustachio.

The dress-up box, yanked out of storage, is an old favorite and the chair is pulled from elsewhere in the house. I gave an old mirror, a previous trash find, a coat of white paint. We did not spend any money in this makeover, except for the cheap new light fixture we replaced for $7.00.


Changing table nook.

Chair and New Yorker magazine cover.

The stork will be arriving in Beltsville in August and I am thrilled it does not involve a pregnancy, or a delivery, in the traditional sense for me. Sometimes a baby needs a home, and in this case, she will grow up in mine.
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