Camping Up The Nursery
I remember in my youth, my idea of success in life was ownership of The Giant Vintage Poster.
You know, the humongo, larger-than-life old advertisement featuring art nouveau nymphs frolicking around a bottle of champagne. The kind of thing you see in French cafés. Or how French cafés might look based on the ones you see on TV because hello, have you seen the exchange rate lately?
The day I received my first ever big bonus at work, I caught a cab over to a gallery in Manhattan filled with The Giant Vintage Posters and after far too long (faaaaar too long) tormenting the staff with indecisiveness I settled on two: A 1920s corset advertisement for the bedroom; and for the living room, a kitschy 1960s poster in lime green depicting a graphic, bikini-clad mod sprawled across the word CAMPING. (Because really, I always camp in a white bikini. It keeps the bears away.)
Cut to years later: SigOth, new pad, baby girl on the way. I knew exactly where that poster would find a happy home.
I tracked down the very right shade of lime green crib sheets (thanks, Javis-Davis), a mid-century inspired rocker bought second-hand for a steal, then I painted the knobs of the white armoire in glossy coats of pink, orange and apple-red to tie it all together.
A nursery doesn’t always need a “theme.” Sometimes you just need a color. An era. A sensibility. Or simply a poster you truly loved before you even thought about such things as nurseries.
My baby’s room looked just as I hoped. At least until we actually put the baby in it –and all the ugly stuff she comes with. Sigh.
What was the inspiration for your kid’s room? And does your husband want to replace it with a Redskins poster too? -Liz
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