Nathalie Choux

Pontus' room is finally coming together, the only thing that still needs to be improved are the very blank walls. After giving up on my initial plan to paint something myself (my Barbapapa looking like the severely traumatized victim of domestic violence, black eye and all) I surfed around for some nice artwork for children. Unfortunately a lot of what one comes across is so unbelieveably tacky and tasteless that it defies words. But then I found (and fell in love with) the pictures of Nathalie Choux, a French illustrator.



These are the 7 pictures I have ordered so far, but just the other day I saw 4 more that I feel I also just have to have.



I think they are so great - if Pontus ever grows tired of them I might well put them up in my room.

Passion for paint

Last weekend we FINALLY finished the work on Pontus' room that has been a total ruin for as long as we (and he) have lived here. Well, when we moved in it was actually a decent looking room with shabby wallpaper. In a first eager and motivated effort we tore down the wallpaper (more or less), just to never continue. Especially after Pontus' birth the work came to a complete stop.

For several months our son has been sleeping in a room that makes Saddam's bunker look like a 5-star hotel and now that he is getting older we were afraid he would notice and felt ashamed. Ashamed enough to finally get on with it.

New wallpaper and a fabulous paint job later Pontus now has a room that he can show off to his little friends. Okay, so there are no toys or decorations or even a lamp (unless you are one of those people who call a single lonely lightbulb dangling from the ceiling a "lamp"), but hey, you can't have everything at once. We're getting there. Slowly. He won't have to wait for another year though, I promise.

Usually our home improvement projects follow a strict pattern: I find something I don't like, I communicate how I want things to be, I nag until the work gets done and then I critically evaluate the result, while my husband does all the actual work. But this time I actually did some of the work myself. Real hands-on manual labour - I helped paint the room. And it turns out that I have a secret fetish for painting walls (like Muddiz has a secret fetish for tucking Björn Gustafsson in at night)! It is so calming, so "wax on, wax off" (no, this is not the paint fumes talking). Evenly covering a surface with a layer of paint requires Ordnung and accuracy and attention to detail - in short: me. I have found my true DIY calling!

Crafty corner

With Pontus out of the way (he is spending the weekend with my parents-in-law) I finally had the time to finish the make-over of my room. Goodbye big old computer table, hello crafty corner!

I now got a designated craft table and all of my supplies are sorted and within reach: the smaller items and those I use often, such as paper, decorations or certain tools, are located right around the table and bigger items are stored in the dresser on the left. The computer does not take up much space anymore and I can push in the pull-out panel with the keyboard and mouse on it when I am not using it.







Since my husband bought a new tv recently I also "inherited" our old 37" LCD tv. Now all I need is the Emergency Room DVD set and maybe some more pillows and I will never leave my room again.

Going, going, gone

Today we moved Pontus' crib out of our bedroom into what will ultimately be his room. With my husband's snoring and Pontus' late-night concerts and monologues people never got a good night's rest.
I am people. Tired people.

We will test this for a couple of days now and see how it goes. Ideally everyone should be able to sleep better and with less interruptions. If not, my husband has to leave the bedroom as well.
Because I am also everyone. Seriously.