The Nursery: Chapter 3

I am a pretty decisive person, I really am. You have to be when you own your own design business. But I have been so indecisive when it comes to committing to design decisions for my little guy's nursery. I think it must be stemming from my nervousness about becoming a mother in general. Here is what I have committed to so far.

The paint color has been the paint color since we moved here this summer. It's Sherwin Williams, SW6211 Rainwashed. When we found out it was a boy, the first thing Mr. Sabbe said was "yessss, I do not have to paint the room." I'm not joking.

He did do a fabulous job of setting up the crib last week.

I am going to have to do the same drapery panel thing I did in the office. I may add some trim or ribbon around the entire perimeter on this side of the closet, we'll see.

I ordered the rug yesterday after emailing 8 different designer friends to confirm that I was making the right decision. What is my deal?

I have had my eye on the chair for a couple of weeks now. If you remember, I returned the Target glider after they sent the wrong color. I have a friend who has the Rena glider above. It's by Best Chair. She loves it and I loved the fact that you could choose from 300+ fabrics. I ordered it from a local store on Saturday with the "all natural" stain proof treatment, which will probably be best decision I will make for the entire nursery. With tax it came in right around $500. I was pretty boring with my fabric selection, but I figured this way I can use it for all the little Sabbe nurseries.

There are a million other things to consider. One big one is lighting. I have a floor lamp that I will probably stick in a baby proof corner. But I also like the idea of doing a couple of wall sconces instead, seems super baby proof. My sweet husband built the 9' tall shelf two weekends ago, it still needs to be painted, but I can't wait to put all of his cute stuff up there. Could you not stare at baby shoes for hours?

After reading this tutorial, I have decided to give a go at making my own crib sheets. I have already received a couple as shower gifts if that project goes totally awry. I am leaning towards something like this fabric, but I'm not 100% sure yet.

I will make a skirt out of the same fabric and we have decided to go sans bumper.

I may be aborting my wall graphic idea. I did a test sample in the corner and it was a little too busy. Although after seeing Britt's sharpie marker wall, I might have to give it another go. If you have not visited her blog, do not walk, run. It's awesome.

The only other thing I know is there will be bunting in some shape or form. There are some things I think I will always love.

That's it for today.

Hook It Up

Last week I was making a mad dash through IKEA before a client meeting and spotted these little hooks on display. Mr. Sabbe has been requesting coat hooks by the door since we moved to Boston. I have been politely ignoring him. As a designer I try to ride the line right down the middle on form versus function. In our last apartment you walked directly into our living room and it was just not my cup of tea to have 4 poofy jackets hanging in my living room 24/7. In our new place you walk directly into a long hallway. At first it seemed like wasted space, but over time I really like the idea of having this "walk off" area before you actually enter any of our main living spaces. So I folded and bought the man some hooks and to my surprise, I like them very, very much.

 I love anything lined up in a neat little row.

Man, that green living room sure does make the hallway look drab. We might have to do something about that. He owes me for the hooks:)

Live Free or Die

Is that not the funniest state slogan ever. Mr. Sabbe and I woke up this past Saturday and decided to head to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. I asked him what the plan was and he said "we could hike, or we could ride the tram to the top"...I raised my hand for tram. I wasn't feeling up for a repeat of last year's blizzard trek. The tram was crowded and felt very touristy, but when we got to the top and it was a brisk 20 degrees, I was glad we had the option to grab a hot cocoa and head back down at our leisure.

 Day trips with this boy scout are the best.

November = Moustache Season

If I were not a lady, I would be growing me one of these bad boys asap. It's getting cold here.

And yes, we have matching poufy jackets. Don't you hate them? I do.

I feel like a 1990's rapper.

But in these parts, they are a necessary evil.

The White Mountains of New Hampshire

I will start by saying, I do not always get invited on boy trips

{which is fine with me}

But these days Mr. Sabbe's leisure time is very limited. So when his fellow resident friend, Josh, invited him to go hiking in the White Mountains this weekend he said, Sure, as long as it's ok if my wife comes.

Sweet man, how could I say no.

The trail was 9 miles....

I was determined to earn my merit badge.

Our constant cheerleader, who was in awe of every. single. thing he saw, Josh.

If you ever hike the White Mountains, you'll need a Josh.

This one was an Eagle Scout {nerds make #1 husbands}

Just trekking along...

Is that snow?

And snow + ice?

Winter? Antarctica? Where are we?

100% hiking bliss

Mr. Sabbe's hair froze

And Josh's took on a whole new form

1/2 mile back down, it was Fall again.

The boy's hair thawed out and they "blasted" ahead {blasted is a new word I learned, it means going faster than Stephanie's legs were meant to go}

Will I ever do this again? Yes. Maybe not the summit in October, but yes.
Where else will I get stories to tell my future children of how their mother almost died on the top of the White Mountains?

The White Mountain National Forest is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. If you are in the New England area I would definitley make a day trip out of it. Although I might recommend waiting until Spring.

Apple Picking

The main squeeze and I went on a little apple picking day trip last week.

It was so much fun. I wish I could pick all of my own fruits and vegetables, straight out of the garden, everyday {while holding hands with Mr. Sabbe}

Moleskin Notebooks

I bought Mr. Sabbe a moleskin notebook for his birthday last week. He had been talking about wanting a journal/notebook to help him keep track of his thoughts and to-do's in the hospital. Ever since my first semester of design school I have adored moleskin notebooks. So I thought...cute husband + cute journal = perfect gift.

He opens the package and his first words are...This is what white people like!

I laughed out loud {never in a million years would I have guessed that to be his first response}. I replied yes dear, and you are white.

Their Afternoon Routine

Whaaaat?? Your husband doesn't kiss your animals good night? You lie.

p.s. if you know my husband, you know nothing about him kissing cats. got it! this blog may be permanently shut down:)

Three Years Ago Today

I said I do....

To the man of my dreams

And we've lived happily ever after

The Fastest Sabbe {Part II}

We tied...at 2:03!

He left me at mile 5

I caught him at mile 11.5

My evil side said pass him, beat him, keep your Fastest Sabbe title

But my loving wife side said grab his hand and finish like cute couples should

And so I did

The jury is still out on the Fastest Sabbe