Ali's been busy in the nursery (and there's no mistaking that it was built to be one, with the low doorhandles and trio of dormer windows with storage benches built into the nooks). She's gone with green again, one wide expanse of wall covered in
alphabet wallpaper, and the rest in a
leafy vine and berry pattern. Shining copper rods tipped with
ornate orbs hang over the windows, awaiting curtains that might just be in one of the many boxes scattered around the room. Currently she's curled up in the
gleaming rocking chair she's found, looking through a furniture catalog and thinking; she couldn't look happier.