Where is it written that there must be pastels and mobiles around babies? For Viv’s nursery, the theme was South Beach. No, I couldn’t figure out a way to get some gleaming hard homosexual bodies in there… Ah, I wish I had tried, but I did paint it in the colors that evoke the place, including a wall that had three shades of blue like the Atlantic ocean. I love Miami Beach and used to have a place there. It’s also where Vivien was conceived.
Junior’s origins are less romantic, more run-of-the-mill domestic life. So what am I to do, a room with the theme, “Are you asleep yet??” Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
I think the decor of a baby’s room is much more about mom. I paid some good cash to have a mural painted in Vivien’s present room (not the room in which she was a baby). It’s lovely: flowers, trees, owls. But even if I say to her, “Viv, look at your mural,” she’s unimpressed. She is much more excited when I bring home a $4 dollar plastic toy from the supermarket. So this time, I’m not knocking myself out.