Got lots of compliments on the mural in the baby’s room as posted yesterday. While that is indeed a perfectly lovely wallpaper mural, purchased online, it doesn’t hold a candle to the handcrafted, personalized artistry adorning the walls of the room in which I spent my formative years. My father is an incredibly talented artist and as such, I passed through the 1980s surrounded by these:
And his small signature of his work, hidden behind the door.
Unfortunately no pictures survive of the curtains in the room which were created by Mama Baby Bird and featured, duh, Care Bears. Suffice it to say they were awesome, too. Hardly surprising then that my parents used to walk by my room and find me giggling while sound asleep. Short of pumping in the scent of chocolate chip cookies through the vents there’s nothing else they could have done to provide me a happy environment in which to while away the non-school hours.
That’s why it’s been so imperative to me to get the bebe started on a good foot with her own abode. Because sooner or later she would have unearthed the photos above, placed one tiny fist on one tiny hip and said, “You had this growing up?! That’s it, I want a pony.”
P.S.–If you’re wondering why we didn’t commission Papa Baby Bird to do something for the baby’s room it’s because the painting over of my childhood murals was fairly traumatic for me when it occured. (Yes, I was in college but dangit it didn’t hurt any less!) And considering we’ll likely only be in our current home for only a couple more years, I just couldn’t put myselfher through that.