Nesting has struck!

 I never realized how strong the nesting urge was when I had Addison, which could be for a number of reasons. Maybe it really wasn't as strong last time (after all, pregnancies are different each time). Or perhaps it was the fact that we packed up and moved our entire house from California to Alabama right around this time in that pregnancy. So although I was in the mood to rearrange, the timing was perfect because we had rooms full of boxes that needed to be unpacked and furniture that needed to be set out. I think it masked the nesting so that neither I or Derek realized it for what it was. This time is not so subtle.

It seems not a day goes by where I don't find myself looking at some chair or table or dresser and ask "wouldn't that look better over there?" Or perhaps I go as far as considering that it really would look better painted a different color or recovered in a new fabric. Poor Addison; I think I rearranged the furniture in her nursery every day last week. Thankfully it doesn't seem to disrupt her sleep that her crib is in a different spot every night.

Now at first I tried to focus my nesting urges towards an old creaky rocking chair we had (that could really use a major face-lift). Unfortunately the thing creaks so loudly that I'm pretty sure the neighbors can hear it down the street. It's not as inspiring to paint and recover a chair that you have no real intention of ever using. So that project hasn't gone anywhere, yet.

Then today I had a girlfriend over who always has such great ideas. Of course as soon as she left I started looking at fabric to recover a pair of chairs I hadn't thought to touch before. And then there is the dining room table and chairs that could really use some updating. But I can't forget that the wardrobe in Addison's room would look good if it were painted, or that awful orange recliner that I've been planning to toss but now am contemplating recovering instead.

So basically I've decided that all of our furniture is in need of paint, or recovering, or both. This shouldn't be confused with me hating all of our furniture; I don't mind most of it, but for some reason at the current moment I know it would just look that much better if it had something done to it. And it's making Derek's head spin. So far I haven't actually done anything aside from moving things around and looking at fabric swatches online, but maybe one of these days I'll take that next step.