Because I'm pretty into it. And specifically, I am pretty into (read: IN LOVE WITH AND WANT) a set of Fieldcrest mid century children's bedding featuring Smokey the Bear. Look at this ad from a 1971 magazine:
Woe. Woe is me.
Anyway, let's take a look at more vintage Smokey so you can see what I am missing. I think it reads as almost contemporary, because so many currently-produced kid items have a hipster vintage style going on right now, but Smokey is the real deal. Alas, alas.
Anyway, it would be sort of a shabby-chic vibe, but less etherial/gardeny and more intense and bright. Maybe too much? I don't know. Elizabeth likes flowers and birds, but blue is her favourite colour right now. If we end up having another kid and it's a boy, that's not a concern (flowers are fine for boys, y'all), but I just don't know if this is a good choice or not.
Also... are old sheets gross? I don't think so, personally. Obviously I'd wash them, and lots of the new-old stock online has never been used, but would other people be grossed out by my vintage sheets anyway? Does that matter?
I'd just go new, except... I hate everything I see. There are some cute patterns at Target, etc., but only in polyester. No cotton. And I hate sleeping on polyester. What to do, what to do!?
While you think about that, LOOK: A Marimekko pillowcase. Also vintage:
CONFESSION: my child, at 20 months, has never slept in her own room.
I don't know why this is something I'm confessing. We live a family-bed lifestyle and while I think everyone needs to do what they have to do, and sleep-training (cry-it-out) works for many children, it clearly won't work for us (we have a baby who can scream for two straight hours, even while getting what she ostensibly wants!), and if I'm being totally honest (and this is NOT a judgement of folks who choose or have to go the CIO-route), sleep-training seems mean to me (I feel like an asshole if I have to let the baby cry because I am weak and a pushover) and more importantly, I have serious concerns about it because of our family history with anxiety and depression. (Like, whatever, though! Read up on that shit. This isn't a parenting blog. You do you!)
Anyway! The Smeetch (The Mur, Murmelur, etc.) sleeps between Nathan and I for most of the night. We have always had a room for her. In our last Toronto apartment, our former guest room/office was converted into a very functional baby bedroom/guest room before she was born, but like a goober, I never took pictures. :( Anyway, it doesn't matter because other than lying awake all night in there holding her when she was a new born (ALL NIGHT, PEOPLE), that room ended up functioning as a changing station and storage space and not much else. Her cute crib was despised and became a dumping ground for toys and clothes. I used the guest bed to fold laundry. It was a glorified storage space. Sigh. Best laid plans, right? I ultimately sold her crib on Craigslist and just gave in entirely to the idea that she was a baby who would not sleep alone. It's actually pretty nice. Family snuggles!
Blah blah anyway. Since moving to the mid century modest ranch, we have kept up our bedsharing ways. We have three bedrooms and the smallest one was turned into a guest room almost immediately (I will post pictures of that soon!), because we had guests almost immediately, and I have mild OCD (and not in the jokey ha-ha-I-love-cleaning way so much as in the actual way, which is way less fun). The other (larger, nicer) bedroom was filled with boxes I didn't have time to unpack and basically left for months to moulder and fill with spiders (because that's what happens in the South). BUT BUT BUT, I finally, slowly started unpacking in there and have made a lot of progress. The Smeetch has become a toddler rather than a real baby, and she's smart as hell and says five-word sentences on the regular, and I guess I'm just hoping that if I make a nice, fun, colourful room for her, she may be tempted to actually sleep in it. Hence the sheets things.
Okay, more later. Sorry for the ramble! Getting back to blogging is going to mean lots of rambles and not so much editing, I expect. No time. NO TIME FOR EDITING!