|When someone asks us to "build" something|
Kate and I are really terrible at being lesbians. I mean, we're fine at BEING lesbians (wink, wink.. sorry mom and dad), but we're not the usual handy sorts. Kate's dad gave us a toolbox and we don't even know what half of the contents would be used for. Honestly I couldn't tell a drill bit from a wood screw, so when it came to building the crib, we thought we'd call in the Calvary, aka my former roommate and current friend, Brittany Burke.
|Read the instructions first, you say?|
So that's where I've been going wrong all these years!
|Kate while watching Brit and Meg construct things|
|In between the whale pictures is BCG's initial,|
which is blurred out to preserve the surprise/drive my dad crazy.
Once the crib was done, we were on a roll! I was surprised to find out that hanging three pieces of artwork was harder than building the furniture. That's what happens when you live in an old (read: slanted) building.
Brittany kept saying "what's next?" so we kept answering her! Last, but not least, she put up our new curtain rods and hung curtains.
|Looking into the nursery from the kitchen.|
|There will be a changing pad on top of that teal dresser.|
|Baby girl has more clothes than I do!|