Given we don't know what flavor nipper we're having (my stock response to those who flash me incredulous looks: "it's definitely either a girl or a boy"), there's a lot of white, yellow and soft green floating around our house at the moment. I'm pretty sure I would have gone with yellow for the nursery walls, even if I did know the gender...but aiming for surprize, we've no choice in the matter -- gender neutral yellow it is!
Oh, but which yellow?
I tried no fewer than ELEVEN different paint samples before finding The One. The woman at the decor center clearly thought I was cray-zee. Being visibly pregnant is good, in this sense, as it's actually your crazy "get-out-of-jail-free" card to all sorts of weird, wonderful behavior, including obsessive paint-color-testing.
Lest you think I exaggerate:
And the winner is -- drum roll please -- Sunseed! A warm, buttery yellow that brightens without being too "banana" and softens without coming across all "biscuit." HEY. I saw that eye roll. Just for fun, the list of paint colors that didn't make the cut, as follows: buttermilk, cotton cream, golden fern, lir, pale primrose, fallen star, courtyard cream, banana dream and lemon crush. [Aside: whose job is it to come up with paint color names? #careersyoudon'tthinkaboutinschool]
As to the actual act of painting, I kicked it off last weekend in a fit of rampant nesting. It started out as "I'll just do a large-ish patch on this wall to make sure I really, really like color" and ended up being a first coat of the entire room. Well...in all honesty, since I only realized halfway through that we've no ladder and I'm probs not in the best condition to be perching precariously on the trusty barstool M's friend "liberated" from a pub near our old house, there's about six inches at the top of the walls all the way around still in need of a lick of Sunseed. Thankfully, my mother-in-law has taken pity on our lack of forethought and painting skills, as well as my case of pregnancy-induced carpal tunnel syndrome that makes it mildly agonizing to hold a paint-brush for any length of time, and has agreed to finish the remaining coats this week. Hooray for M-I-Ls!
Next up: putting-the-furniture-together. Can our marriage can survive an IKEA flatpack chest of drawers and secondhand (with instructions, thank God) Mamas & Papas cot-bed? Time will tell, my friends -- if I post the next iteration of photos, you'll know we made it through.
Oh, but which yellow?
I tried no fewer than ELEVEN different paint samples before finding The One. The woman at the decor center clearly thought I was cray-zee. Being visibly pregnant is good, in this sense, as it's actually your crazy "get-out-of-jail-free" card to all sorts of weird, wonderful behavior, including obsessive paint-color-testing.
Lest you think I exaggerate:
And the winner is -- drum roll please -- Sunseed! A warm, buttery yellow that brightens without being too "banana" and softens without coming across all "biscuit." HEY. I saw that eye roll. Just for fun, the list of paint colors that didn't make the cut, as follows: buttermilk, cotton cream, golden fern, lir, pale primrose, fallen star, courtyard cream, banana dream and lemon crush. [Aside: whose job is it to come up with paint color names? #careersyoudon'tthinkaboutinschool]
As to the actual act of painting, I kicked it off last weekend in a fit of rampant nesting. It started out as "I'll just do a large-ish patch on this wall to make sure I really, really like color" and ended up being a first coat of the entire room. Well...in all honesty, since I only realized halfway through that we've no ladder and I'm probs not in the best condition to be perching precariously on the trusty barstool M's friend "liberated" from a pub near our old house, there's about six inches at the top of the walls all the way around still in need of a lick of Sunseed. Thankfully, my mother-in-law has taken pity on our lack of forethought and painting skills, as well as my case of pregnancy-induced carpal tunnel syndrome that makes it mildly agonizing to hold a paint-brush for any length of time, and has agreed to finish the remaining coats this week. Hooray for M-I-Ls!
Next up: putting-the-furniture-together. Can our marriage can survive an IKEA flatpack chest of drawers and secondhand (with instructions, thank God) Mamas & Papas cot-bed? Time will tell, my friends -- if I post the next iteration of photos, you'll know we made it through.
