When we were having the first kid, except for David Netto's white lacquered moderne thing and like one Stickley woodshop in Sonoma, there was literally no way to spend more than $500 on a nursery without it looking like a scroll- and curlicue-covered, antique white- or mahogany-stained mafia princess boudoir.
Point is, there has always been a market for horrible, tacky, frilly, gaudy, pinnacle-y, gilt-y, jigsawed, beadazzled, turret-y, overpriced, ostentatious garbage furniture for children whose parents' first, second, and last impulse in life is to throw a dumpsterful of dumb money at whatever comes along. And according to the Wall Street Journal, they're still going strong.
There is literally nothing to be done. Ours is a mediated culture where women will project materialistic, superficial princess fantasy onto their tiny daughters in order to fabricate their interior decorating portfolio, or to land a spot on Real Housewives of Newport Beach, and they'll feel like the best parents in the world doing it.
UPDATE: Here's the chandelier, it's called the Glamour Girl Crown Chandelier. It is $406, with your choice of shades, and catalogue copy that truly and pertfectly matches the chandelier itself. Picture this image with a pink background, and then stick a contingency lawyer behind that, and you have the disputed picture down pat.
The pink and blue thing is never going away, not even when the oceans rise up and drown Miami and a dessicated, deserted California crumbles into dust. Somewhere in The Capitol or on Elysium, a space mining mogul's concubine will be outfitting a nursery with an elaborate but too small chandelier covered with crowns and pink Swarovski crystals forged from the ashes of the dead of the earth.