A rambling post about my other addiction and stupid warnings.

Yesterday as I was cleaning my sewing room, again, I came across a couple of Winnie the Pooh fitted crib sheets that I found at DI several years ago and planned on using in the guest room for grand-kids. I pictured a pretty little crib that would fit nicely in the nook where the dormer window is.

Well - it didn't turn out like that. I can be practical when the need arises and when the first grandbaby came along I realized it might be nice to have something that would be a little more versatile: crib, playpen, indoor, outdoor, camping etc...so I bought a really nice Pack-n-Play that is fairly compact when disassembled and folded up and is also roomy and has several nice features. It has a diaper changing area, a little clip on basket thingy to hold powder, salve, wipes, the mattress/floor can be raised so that a tiny baby can sleep there to be at a higher level, and lowered when the baby gets a little more adventurous. All in all it was a smart buy and I've used it for all three grandbabys so far...

...but the crib sheets don't fit it. *sigh* They're too long and narrow. But as I looked at them yesterday, sad in the thought about not being able to use them, I decided that they could be re-cut and re-sewn to fit,  and then the Winnie the Pooh theme would continue as it has begun in that room.

I had two crib sheets, both different but Pooh-ish, and from those I was able to make one fitted sheet for the mattress and two new padded sheets for the changing area. It's darling.










Now here is the scary part. As I was putting the sheets on and admiring the whole effect I noticed, again, some labels that were sewn to the Pack-n-Play. They're just UGLY: construction cone orange and Black-Wordy...ick. So I decided to take them off with my trusty un-sewer, otherwise known as a seam ripper. I took two off. Then I noticed another...then another, and another!! I unsewed no less than nine (9!) 'Warning' labels off this thing in two (2) languages! This thing must be the most dangerous, life stealing, baby bed on the planet! I can't imagine how three of my grandchildren have survived sleeping in it.


So...here is my Winnie-ther-Pooh room so far.

On the left is a view from the bedroom door. How many Pooh-ish things can you count?

That's my blessing dress hanging from the shelf.

On the right is a view from the foot of the bed. I must confess that I *do* have some fabric and screen printed Classic Pooh blocks to make a quilt for this bed.  Maybe in January...sweet, January, I'll get to that.










This is looking into the little nook where the crib is set up.

 The dresser - I love, love, love these candle stick holders and the collage picture on the wall. I know the story that each picture is about.

The shelf by the window seat - Those booties were Jason's when he was a baby.

 I found these wall paper stick-on's on sale at Target a few years ago and re-found them under the bed about a month ago. PERFECT.


I love this room. I really do. And if guests don't like it well...then, they can just close they're eyes (so as not to look at it) and go to sleep, and probably dream of The Hundred Acre Wood. That would be a happy dream.






 My children will be the first to point out that Winnie-the-Pooh isn't necessarily confined to this room.

Pooh Shrine

I have a London Pooh sitting on my bed...


...and barely noticeable, insignificant 'shrine' in my living room.





 

A small menagerie on the hallway mirror.

And a little Pooh wisdom hanging above the door going into my kitchen.





To name a few.

My husband, by the way, is totally okay with this. ♥