Seems to me I can’t begin a new series without introducing some kind of plant life, so here you have a tiny pot of string-of-hearts lovingly picked out for Junebug at the Saipua plant sale over the weekend.
The nice thing about knowing you’re going to be sharing your bedroom with a tiny squealing thing is that you get to share in the small indulgences. One tiny plant for bébé equals one tiny plant for maman, and so on.
Like most things tiny apartment related, I like to see the space limitations in a “nursery” as a blessing. When there’s simply not much space, logic follows that you simply won’t have the option of ending up with a lot of things you never really needed in the first place. And in our case, I’m hoping that sharing so much of our space will mean a more muted experience of baby mania. If I have to wake up looking at a mobile every morning, you can bet your bottom dollar that I’m going to opt for the muted model instead of the one that looks vaguely radioactive and altogether menacing.
Anyway. All this to say that we might not have a crib or a changing table, or a diaper pail to our name, but we do have a tiny houseplant so things feel like they’re off to a pretty good start.
Besides, whoever heard of a nursery without plants? Plant jokes 4ever.