Heidi’s nursery (whilst temporary) is quickly filling with amazing hand made items, and gifts – making it feel more like home for her.
Knowing that we will be moving in a few months (when our new home is built), I didn’t spend a lot of time decorating her nursery…
a) because I will be packing it all up soon, and,
b) because we will be leaving the bright blue walls behind, and welcoming an entirely new wall colour in our new home (giving me more freedom with colours!).
In addition to what I have done, many other crafty people have contributed in their own unique way to making her nursery feel homely (many have crept out of the woodwork. The quilting fraternity is still alive and well – it seems to be the hidden talent of many!). And those that aren’t crafty (or just can’t find the time – fair enough!) have also provided simply adorable gifts for our little Heidi. This post is a pictorial display of the eclectic hand made items, and gorgeous designs that together make her temporary nursery a warm and welcoming home…
I was at mum’s the other day, and on the book shelf were these little, coloured birds placed in an ornamental tree – on closer inspection I realised that these little birds were made from seed pods! Bernice then took over, and began demanding answers – who made those birds? Where did the seed pods come from? How did you know how to make them? What tree/vine are the seed pods from?
…I was really impressed!
I don’t mean to sound surprised by mum’s artistic talents… but she always says she doesn’t know where mine come from (and insists it is from her mother!), and continues to say that she isn’t creative at all – I don’t agree with her, mum shows her creativity in different ways to me, but I don’t bother to argue the point.
Back in the house-hunting days (which seems like an eternity away, although only eight weeks ago!) we stumbled across a garage sale. In truth, my finely tuned senses probably chose the house to view because it was next to a garage sale. At a glance my husband was hesitant ‘there’s nothing worth looking at in there’, which was like a red rag to a bull… the determination led me to my find.
There it was, my wooden (3 piece puzzle) hippo. Displayed on the table along side old kitchen utensils, items from the garage, and some homemade rum balls.
It was calling my name. I knew straight away I could show it a new life, be the catalyst for its rebirth. I could see this project immediately.
Walking out, my husband asked me what I bought, he really shouldn’t have been surprised when I showed him a wooden hippo in my hand.
This project has taken me a lot longer than expected, which can be blamed on the multitude of boxes I have had to pack between each stage of this rebirth (it has also dawned on me that I have spent 2.5 years bringing a lot of unnecessary ‘things’ into our home). We are moving home in 4 days, and the fear of my half-transformed hippo getting packed into a box, and not given any love for another week or so, spurred me on the complete it before the removalists arrive.