Sadie’s Room

Here are the long awaited for pictures of Sadie’s room.  Since we have the house on the market, we decided not to get to outrageous but I still wanted it to have some special touches…without being pink. 

   

Overall view…we will be moving the rocker in her room soon, for now the corner with the windows is still empty.  Her main is color is light yellow.  The general theme is songbirds.  I have some shelves that I haven’t hung yet, for those I have a white bird cage, and a yellow and white bird house to display.   The basket on the floor is full of “girly” books.  The stacked boxes have scripture verses and wildflowers on them.  The ladder in the corner has two quilts made by Chris’s Grandma Thoma and one quilt given to him by a friend.

This “Chorus Line” picture was given to Sadie by Aunt Joann, with some modifications by mommy (she painted the frame white and changed to a yellow mat).  Mommy also designed, printed, and framed this special poem for Sadie.  It’s an Emily Dickinson poem title “Hope is the thing…”.  This was primary inspiration for Sadie’s room.  I have included the full poem below.

 

Mommy made a curtain, bumper pad, and dust ruffle out of white eyelet with yellow trim.  The eyelet ruffle on the pieces was given to Sadie by Aunt Mary.  A feminine look without too much lace.

 

Sadie’s quilt was hand pieced by Great Grandma May Pearl Thoma and machine quilted by Mommy.  She had been holding onto it for several years and didn’t know what to do with it.  It was the perfect touch for Sadie’s songbird and wildflower room.  Mommy also found a metal hanger the says Love with some birds on it.  Of course, she need a personalized diaper bag.

I hope she likes it…Mommy does!

 

Here’s the Poem…

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.  And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard, and sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea, yet never in extremity it asked a crumb of me.