Watching Paint Dry

Now that title is going to pull in the readers, huh? But I tell you, it is thrilling stuff.  You see this...

Who wouldn't be excited when on Thursday the same scene looked like this...

We've never decorated our room in the 4 years we have lived here.  It had become THE dumping ground.  Unmanageable. I could take it no longer and NEEDED to do something about it.  In fact, I am certain the baby told me to decorate and paint the room blue.  Not one to deny my children so early in life, we began plotting and planning and squirrelling things away for the big change.

To say I love it is a complete and total understatement. You see, I love, love, LOVE it.

There are so many things I love about it.  No clutter.  The colour.  The things we have finally felt motivated to put up on the wall.

A painting by our favourite artist and good friend, the lovely Sally Booth

 

Vintage French fabric (a gift from Tantie) and a Chagall collection (from Spittalfield market)

Redecoration wouldn't be complete without a bit of crafting...the wood is from a pallet I stole rescued from the alley behind our house.  The drawer knobs are from Laura Ashley, picked up in their ridiculously cheap sale a few weeks ago.  The cloud was whipped up whilst watching Wall-E the other night (note to crafters: not the best film to sew/knit to...hardly any talking, but very cute).  And the shoes are my birthday gift from the lovely and talented Tantie.

Now, the only problem is that I can't actually sleep in the room.  Average night's sleep since the redecoration...3 very broken hours.  I am hoping its just that the baby is as excited as I am.