When we moved into our new place we had a bit of a dilemma. It’s a three bedroom house, but the master and one bedroom are upstairs while the other bedroom is on the first floor. With a young child under 5 and a newborn, I felt uncomfortable with us not being all on the same floor. Call me neurotic, OCD, or helicopter mom, but I want to be steps away from my babies when they need me in the middle of the night. To remedy this predicament, Aaron and I put our heads together and came up with a workable solution: sacrifice our walk in closet by transforming it into a nursery.
Here’s the closet before we removed all the shelves, clothes bars, etc.
The first step in converting this space was of course removing everything so we had a blank canvas. I then painted the room the same charcoal gray I had painted the downstairs den/office/sitting room.
Once the paint dried it was time for the fun part: decorating! My originally planned color scheme was either red/turquoise or turquoise/green, but that morphed over time into green/charcoal. Why the change? Entirely due to an attempt to use up what paint I already had on hand.
After painting, Aaron pin nailed the chip board letters I covered in scrapbook paper (although I have to get the ‘Y’- we didn’t know at the time whether we were having a “Charley” or a “Charles), hung the shelf I painted green, and the mobile I made.
It’s a small space for sure, but plenty of room for a crib and chair. Given that it is tiny we knew we had to make the most of the space. To that end, Aaron built shelves in a the little nook and otherwise used what we had to make the room work for Charley.
My favorite item is the mobile I made using a round wood piece salvaged from an old chair, paper medallions Roscoe helped me make, fishing line, and ribbon.
So anyhoo- that’s it! Even though it’s a small space it’s perfect for Charley and allows everyone to be on the same floor. Who knows what we’ll do when she gets old enough to need a real room, but for now we consider this a problem solved.










I stencilled the walls using orange and white paint in order to tie all the disparate colors together. All in all, it turned out better than I imagined when Roscoe insisted all walls be different. I don’t even think the pink looks that bad! I suppose the saying that anything in moderation really holds true…even for pink.




































