Oh my, how I love projects. I feel like I haven't been allowed to do a project in ages.
The bad thing is, about 1/4 of the way through this project it started to rain and I was forced to save the project and resign it for another day.
What was the project?
Painting my crib.
I'll let all the thoughts run through your head and those of you who just can't possibly stand me as a human being anymore are free to click away.
How dare I paint my crib? My precious crib that is going to have my precious baby sleeping in it?!
Ok, bitches, let's get our shit straight. (And for those of you who have been reading me long enough know I mean bitches with all the love in the world)
If you've read me for any amount of time I'd like to think that you know at this point that I am not caught up in that kind of stuff. Ermagherd the vapors. Ermagherd the VOCs. Ermagherd a USED CRIB!
Uh yeah, of course I got a used crib. I bought it before I even knew I was pregnant because it was sitting in a resale shop for $15 bucks.
(And yes, I know technically places aren't supposed to sell used cribs- they're supposed to be like...ceremoniously burned like the deformed babies of yore)
But here's my theory:
They say that this is basically the criteria you need to follow when buying a crib.
The spacing between each spindle is less than a vertical soda can.
There are no posts on the ends that a baby could somehow climb/hang themselves on
There are no shaped cut outs that a baby could somehow get their head into
It shouldn't be a drop side for fear of the drop side crashing down in the middle of the night and popping your babies head off like a cork.
Now, I read this list and I understand the reasoning of each thing. And please know, I don't take this stuff lightly, I've read the articles about bookshelves falling and killing toddlers, and I've read the stories of babies suffocating in bumper pads. I have even personally known babies that have died of SIDS. This crap isn't funny.
It is however ridiculous to live your life constantly in fear that crap like that is going to happen. You can take precautions, but honestly, I'm more concerned about my kid getting kidnapped getting off the bus than I am about having a used crib (And hey- for those thinking I'm insensitive it totally almost happened to me in 7th grade so save your snarky comments for yourselves)
The spacing on the vintage Jenny Lind crib that I have is well within the safety limits- and it is the same shape and design that is being sold for $200 at stores right now. It just so happens to be a drop side.
Our solution? Uhhh... we're going to save $185 and bolt the sides in place so the thing can't drop.
Yay! Victory Music!
Now on to the snarky comments about me doing something so crazy dangerous as painting during my pregnancy.
Dudes- do you know how many women do things WAY WORSE than painting during their pregnancy? Plus ohhhh the fact that our mothers and grandmothers were not only painting during their pregnancy, but they were painting with lead paint?
Oh, and then there's this tid bit. I called my doctor to ask- and he told me the same thing. If it makes me feel better not to do it, then don't do it. But if I want to do it, be in a well ventilated area and take frequent water breaks.
So that's what I did.
I did the basic spray paint thing. Wash it, lightly sand it, put it in the sun, prime it, paint it.
The crib is the original dark walnut stain a la 1970.
Also, notice how bright and sunny it was when I started this endeavor? This has happened like the last 4 times I've tried to do a project.
Now, for our inspiration, I've really been obsessed with the idea of a yellow crib.
Seriously. Search for yellow cribs on Pinterest- your heart will explode with happiness. That shit is adorable.
Of course, we have an odd yellow, and we are for sure not hand painting the crib, so we decided for a "good enough" approach- we'll see when everythings put together if it makes me twitch too much.
Remember that we've already been using Pencil as our color that we pulled from the wall paper.
|Hygge & West|
Well, as I said, I got rained out, but so far with just one coat of the yellow spray paint, bermuda gold by Rustoleum, we have this adorable thing.
I managed to get it back inside before the downpour happened with one coat of paint- it still obviously needs more as between the spindles you can see the walnut- I may even sand this again before continuing just in hopes of it helping. I can say though that I'm so glad I didn't try to do this by hand- it was time intensive spraying- I can't imagine if I'd tried to get all up in there with a foamy brush.
So that's as far as we got. I'm excited to continue- I just want to see it in the room!!!
How was everyone's weekend? Did you get anything awesome done?