When we bought our house three years ago, I dreamed of turning this little room into the perfect nursery for our first baby. I had color schemes + furniture ideas long before it was time. When I saw those two lines on the test last spring, my heart couldn’t believe that I was finally going to be able to design the nursery of my dreams. When we went to the doctor last summer and heard the words “It’s a girl,” I quickly went to work searching for the perfect “not ballerina, Lisa Frank, or bubblegum” pink.
The only career I can think of that could potentially be as fulfilling as photography would be interior design. My free time is spent scouring Zillow, and all my spending money goes towards wall decor and rugs. This little project is my favorite, not just because I did end up finding the perfect shade of pink , but because I’ve waited for a nursery like this one for a very long time.
I wanted this room to be a calm space for a new baby, and her exhausted parents filled with nature and reminders of the days and prayers it took to get her here. I started with paint colors. We added shiplap to the wall behind her crib to add a little texture to the room. I then decided on this furniture set because of its simplicity and ability to grow with Freya. We slowly added the rug, blinds + curtains, and a new light fixture. We have built in shelves in a handful of spaces within our home, and I’m a big fan of painting the interior of those a darker color to let the items on the shelf shine, so we painted these shelves a maroon color found in the art hanging above the crib.
We filled the rest of the room with personal details like the bookshelves Stephen built. We bought the stuffed alpaca on her shelf the day before we found out we were pregnant. I’ve saved those hexagonal mirrors for years waiting to hang them in a nursery. That “nap time” door hanger hung on my door as a baby, and the rest of the room is filled with our beautiful maternity photos by Drzazga Photo.
My favorite detail in the room just may be the sign hanging above her changing table because it was made with the track and letters from the church sign where my dad pastors. Right now, it reads lyrics from an Andrew Belle song. We saw him live for the second or third time last year on my birthday – the day I told Stephen he was going to be a dad.
I still take a deep breath every time I step into this room.
It’s a constant reminder of answered prayers and of this sweet girl called Freya that we can’t imagine our lives without.