Oh man, fall is here. Or autumn… instagram americanisms are permeating my impressionable mind. The air is cooler and the leaves are turning. And we could be woeful about the end of summer OR we could embrace the red and the chunky knits and the copious hot chocolates on the horizon or spiced pumpkin lattes if we’re thinkin’ ’bout the ‘gram…
For the first couple months at least Hunter’s nursery is a corner in our bedroom so the style was kinda predetermined to fit in with our boho vibe. We already had the rattan rocking chair with cactus cushion (already spent a few hours rocking away in this guy) and the berber rug (total bargain for a real wool rug) but a couple of quick additions…
It’s the strangest thing knowing that something so huge is on the horizon… and yet not knowing when. Much to the husband’s relief my hospital bag is finally packed, save the going home outfit which proves to be somewhat elusive – online searches reveal that something loose and comfortable will be best and yet I can’t get images of Kate…
Keeping things simple at this stage to be completely honest… a heavy jersey jumpsuit that pulls on and off in one shot (I’ve got to thank Free People for championing loose shapes that mean these kind of non maternity pieces work now as well as after) and footwear I can slip on and off all by myself. No word of a lie…
The husband jokes that I am turning into some kind of bohemian earth mama… I’m ok with that. Our bedroom turned from basic and minimal (although looking at these ‘before’ pics I am more inclined to say sparse and completely void of character) into a sanctuary. You know when you go stay in a hotel and you wonder why your bedroom…
