Recently, I started thinking about redecorating Q's room. Up until now, it has been a "baby room": just for sleeping and changing diapers. The floor is generally littered with a confetti of bandaid wrappers and discarded stickers, and the walls a morass of random Barbar and TinTin posters.
But Q will turn 3 late this summer, and is in the final stages of properly potty-training herself (very little credit to us). She will soon transition to a "big girl" bed as well - though possibly not until after her next surgery, since post-surgery nights are difficult. So I figured it was about time to transform her room into a space she could be proud of.
We're not finished yet, waiting on a lamp here, a set of shelves there...but Q is already quite proud of her new space and ready to show it off.
And so we present to you Q's new room, phase 1!
Incidentally, the Dylan poster is an homage to my dad, who used to jam with him when I was a baby back in Woodstock. The Knopfler is partly a nod to Q's little red guitar (which I think has to be a vague replica of the famous red stratocaster) that she plays with such consummate style, and partly the result of a recent date night on which my husband (much against my will) dragged me to a Mark Knopfler concert at the opera house. It was a brilliant concert (if ever there was a song for a date night, Romeo and Juliette has to be it) and set me off on a long jag of revisiting '70s Dire Straits (if you want to know what I'm talking about, listen to this. I never even heard Where Do You Think You're Going before I started raking through the archives, but it's now in heavy rotation in my studio. Quite possibly the sexiest song ever written.)
Stay tuned for phase 2 of decoration, which will include some works by blog friends you might recognize!
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