A very good friend of mine is currently preparing for the birth of her second baby, and is in the process of getting the nursery ready. It got me thinking about when Bee was born, when I was just 17, and all three of us lived in a room in my mum’s house. To be fair it was a big room, with a bathroom, but still, we certainly didn’t have the luxury of a nursery.
I remember the room very well, as I spent a good deal of time in it. We had a double bed, which my mum bought for me as a birthday present, and a cot in one corner for Bee. The cot came from a car boot sale, and she moved into it after her first few weeks in the carry cot I got as part of a pram in the Oxfam shop for two pounds and kept on the floor next to the bed. On the wall around the cot we had a Mr Men border, which I drew and painted by hand in the five days after her due date, while I waited for her to be born.
Next to my bed I had a cardboard box turned on its side that I’d made into a little cupboard. I wasn’t really that poor, but I was going through a bit of a grunge phase at the time, and was working the whole ‘fill a bag in a charity shop for a pound’ vibe. I was pretty poor though. I certainly wasn’t buying my nursery furniture from Verbaudet.
I wish I had been though.
They asked me recently to have a look at their website and see what I thought, and honestly, it’s almost enough to make me want another baby.* I’ve already written about my recent worrying transition from slummy to yummy, and the feelings I had when I saw this book display and storage unit have done nothing to alleviate my concerns. I’d quite like one of these in my study instead of a filing cabinet:
Then I made the mistake of looking at bedding. I’ve always had great admiration for people who can make their bedding look lovely and flat, (I’m guessing something ridiculous like ironing is involved), but for this set I’d reckon I might be persuaded to make the effort:
OR, I just keep my new imaginary baby is what is possibly the cutest baby sleeping bag I have ever seen and then I won’t need to worry about ironing at all:
I’m thinking then in one corner I’ll have this linen basket that looks like a washing machine:
All images courtesy of Verbaudet
Then I just need to teach the baby how to do laundry. That’s how it works right?
*hahahahahahahahahah! Lies. It’s nice stuff though. That bit is true.
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