"Wagon Wheel" - Old Crow Medicine Show
Happy Monday, everyone.
I've been looking forward to writing this post for months now.
I knew when the time came to put words to the photos and memories, that I'd be well into my third trimester, finished the nursery and hopefully, feeling relaxed and as prepared as you can be for your first child. I hit 36 weeks yesterday. And this crazy feeling of ohmygosh-this-is-really-gonna-happen-soon hit me. I think the emotions came sweeping in even more, because it's hitting Steve so hard. When he sees baby girl moving all over my entire belly, when he rubs my belly and constantly keeps his hands on it while we're together, with wide eyes and complete awe...
It all sinks in on a completely different level than it has the past eight months.
I go there - to that place where I'm in labor...we're headed to the hospital...we're meeting our daughter.
And then I think about the fact that she will be here in a month or less...
and my heart races so fast, I get dizzy from all the love swelling inside of me.
I get that same dizzy feeling whenever I rock in her rocking chair.
The rocking chair was the first completed piece for the nursery.
We began the project after Thanksgiving and by early December, it was finished.
It sat in baby girl's room for a good month before we tackled anything else. I loved walking into her room and rocking back and forth, going to that happy place and imagining all that the room would become and all that would become of our life in the coming months.
Muffin loved the chair too.
I would often find her sleeping, curled up in one of my nani's old blankets that rested on it.
Two Christmases ago, my dad told me he wanted me to have it - the rocking chair that had been in our family since before I was born. If there was any piece of furniture in the house I grew up in
that meant something to me, it was that chair.
That chair has so many stories...some heartfelt, and some very funny ones.
I remember my dad sitting in that chair almost every single night. He'd put his headphones on - he always had really fancy headphones - the huge ones that cupped your ears just right. He'd get lost in his music, close his eyes and sing at the top of his lungs...always in his own little world.
Even though I was young, I knew it was his escape. I knew it was his "go to" when he wanted to forget and just be at peace.
And that chair means so much to me. Because he wanted me to have it and because of the sentimental fact that I know how much peace it is going to now bring Steve and I every time we rock our daughter in it.
As for the funny stories it holds...
As I said, my dad would get completely lost in his music. And you knew he couldn't hear a thing, let alone see anything, with his eyes wide shut. My little (turd of a) brother (okay, okay, and sometimes I) would sneak behind the chair and tie my dad to it with this thin red and white rope we had from one of our old toys. How my dad didn't notice Nicholas stringing it through one of his belt loops and tying it at least 8 times around one of the chair's spindles, I do not know. But needless to say, it made for lots of laughter (on our part) once my dad came out of his music trance and realized his Levi's were now one with the chair.
I remember rocking in that chair when I was little. Climbing into it and pushing off the floor with my feet...feeling the same peaceful feeling I knew my dad felt when he sat it in.
I found this photo last week while going through my old pictures - my mom and I - Christmas 1985 - in that same old rocking chair in front of our Christmas tree.
I'll be putting a photo of baby girl and I in the chair beside this photo and framing them after her arrival.
The beginning of a new chair and new memories...
At the end of November,
Steve took the chair down to the basement. He used about six giant tarps to shield the basement from all the dust and paint and joked that it looked like something from a horror movie. He sanded for hours, prepping it for its first coat of primer.
Muffin left little paw prints in the dusty mess and scoped out the scene.
And a few days later, after picking the perfect color for the chair with Steve, I put on my mask and grabbed a few brushes and was ready to turn that gray into something bright and pretty.
It took me two days and about five and a half hours to complete the three coats of paint the chair needed. It drank the paint right up.
This was after one and a half coats.
Red. Happy, bright and cheery, red.
"Red Wagon" to be exact.
Steve and I chose 7 tiny tubs of paint to compliment the red. And the rest was up to Jessica and I.
We set ourselves up and got right to work. The first day, spending about six hours together.
All we had to do was paint a few details on the chair, and we were already smiling and shrieking at our love for it. We get very excited about this kinda stuff.
You can just see Jessica's mind working here.
Jessica took the left side of the chair and I took the right.
(And then Jessica took the right whenever I messed up - which was only 4,391 times)
I think we laughed more than anything during the three days it took to complete the chair.
As I've said before, I can be a little careless - a little too quick when it comes to all things crafty.
For instance - this would be Jessica's first spindle (before any cleaning up)
would be mine. LOL.
we Jessica fixed it.
Twinks joined us on numerous occasions.
The end of our first day!
The second day, we began the top of the chair. Jessica had the (very smart) idea to create stencils for the paisleys and heart. What would I do without her?! I woulda totally tried to draw them on. And we all know what that would have turned out like.
Yep, it would have turned out like these super straight and even lines I created on some of the spindles. I had come home from cleaning one night and thought I'd add some purple stripes. About two hours (and some very fun choice words) later, I gave up and sent Jessica a string of hilarious text messages about my adventure. I liked the way my weird white speckles turned out on the other spindles, but the yellow and purple - they looked like brokeass honeypots.
They looked like I painted them in the dark with my feet.
We got some tape the next day and fixed them up. The best we could. And laughed and laughed at my steady hands.
On the last day, we designed the paisleys.
*I wrote baby girl's nickname (one of her many nicknames) in the solid yellow paisley. Just photoshopped it in the upcoming photos.*
Jessica busted out these cute designs in no time.
And I...I messed up just once or twice, naming one of my paisleys "the eyeball flower of death" - the paisley below my fingers.
This is my favorite part of the chair (besides all the little white dots). I painted LOVE in the middle and Jessica shaded the blue banner so beautifully.
After two weeks and at least 24 hours of
work love, the chair was ready!!
We set the timer on my camera and got ready for some fun pictures. We were finished and it felt so good. I could have cried. And I did later. But, right after, we just wanted to jump up and down and celebrate.
There's no way this chair would have come out nearly as pretty, had Jessica not been by my side.
Working on it together makes this sweet rocking chair even more sentimental to me.
Jessica and I signed our initials on the back legs of the chair (even if Steve disapproved of our location choice) and smiled at our masterpiece.
And later, Mr. sprayed on a couple coats of gloss and upstairs, she went.
Rocking our daughter in this chair for the first time is going to take my breath away.
Rocking our daughter in this chair while I carry her inside of me
is such a peaceful feeling.
Have a rockin' day, everyone. <3
I'll be back on Thursday or Friday with the nursery reveal!!