Where She Sleeps (well ... someday)

I painted the walls with SIX different colors of green before settling on the perfect one. I ordered custom bedding from a place that I have dreamed of ordering (but never will) for my own bed, I hand painted each polka dot, fretting that they weren't perfect ...

The irony? Claire sleeps in my room in a bassinet that has her clothes shoved underneath. I think she's physically been in her room twice. Yes, irony.