The one thing that I remember out of the countless places I lived when I was but a wee lad, was when I had a Rainbow Bright (TM) bedroom. We're talking curtains AND a poster. Maybe the curtains were Strawberry Shortcake, but there was definitely Rainbow Bright (TM) up in there. It felt SO special to have a room with things that I liked in it. Then I went through a Marvin the Martian phase (Lord only knows) and shit got green and weird there for a while. I was a child of the 80s... I have no other excuses.
So when I think about making a room feel special for my little girl, I think that staying away from Marvin for now might be as good a starting point as any.
Lyla's room in the new house will sort of be "Lyla's Room 2.0", because it is. LOL. I loved her first nursery. That crown moulding, the gorgeous Black Pepper Paint, that white accent wall to brighten the room up. I freaking loved it.
But I love her new room just as much. (Maybe because everything in it but the paint and walls generally is identical you dweeb).
Lyla's Room 2.0 has those blackout curtains and a blackout roller shade- girl goes to bed at like 6:30 every night and likes her damn sleep. We like the wind-down time. It's a win win. Beyond that, everything is the same in here essentially. I was inspired by this noodle & boo picture that I found on the good ol interwebs to create the new wall color scheme in her room. It gives me hope that perhaps we can transition her room into her old age (of like 9 or 10) without having to repaint. Swap out art and accessories and call it a day. Deal, Lyla? Deal!
Around the corner from the doorway to the left is her closet and eventually, I will do something interesting in there. Cause the storage in that thing sucks.
The real highlight in this room is obviously that white wall with the pink dots. They are just so happy! And they are decals! They've never fallen off! It's a miracle! (No one thought for even two seconds that you painted those Treana.) The scale of her pre-existing starbust mirror on this wall is a tad small and I'd like to upgrade to a larger, more modern mirror in there eventually. But hanging that over her crib gives me the creeps. So it stays.
And here is a shot of all our stalking equipment and her loud AF sound machine.
We still love her gray rocking chair... even though it and that rug have been puked on more than a floor at a bar in Cabo on spring break. It's foul, but my kid has become the "gagger." The instant she gets a slight tickle from a cough... she loses everything in her stomach. It's pleasant.
The only thing new in art terms is that giraffe picture-- a Homegoods score.
Well, well, well. If it ain't little Ms. Puker herself. Wait. Maybe she is just prepping for her own Marvin the Martian days. Damnit all.