Problem-solving is not my strong suit this week. We are pondering moving (nearby, not across the country again), which has put a screeching halt to nursery planning, or at least nursery painting. This itch to nest and decorate has manifested itself as a deep desire to get rid of things. Up for possible discard is a full set of the much-loved Domino magazines.(This shelf is part of a bigger Olaf von Bohr for Kartell unit that used to hold my toys. Someone gave it to my parents and occasionally I see it in overpriced vintage stores or on 1stDibs. If I ever sell it, please check me into a mental hospital.)
But how could you part with your Domino collection?
Sorry, maybe you’re not actually saying that. Maybe it’s just one of the voices in my head. I’m not pulling these down for reference on a daily or even weekly basis. In fact, I’m not sure if they’ve moved off the shelves since I unpacked our boxes from Florida. A quick search on ebay showed me that a complete set recently went for a little more than $300. And $300 would buy a lot of diapers. Or a posh diaper bag. Whatever.
So, dilemma #1: do I sell off the Domino collection?
This could help fund dilemma #2: the nursery. In an effort to shame myself into making some serious headway in this room, I will show you the current state of affairs.
Items of note: that black lamp is from a Brick House sale that I couldn’t attend but Ryan did, because he is a champion husband. And below that is a donut cushion, because I am a senior citizen now. There’s also a silver Centurion you might be interested in. And a baby gate that is Harry’s mortal enemy. Harry loves this room, mostly because it’s where my mom sleeps when she visits, and there is no person Harry loves more than my mom. He merely tolerates our existence between her visits. Here he is now, wondering when he will get to see her again.
Soon, Harry. Very soon. Speaking of my mom, she has been a one woman sweatshop of late, churning out baby cuteness like it’s her job. Here’s my favorite of her creations.
More thoughts on the nursery coming soon. In the meantime, feel free to advise me on my magazine hoarding or tell me to get cracking on giving this baby a place to sleep. He’s coming in six weeks, nursery or not!