And yet, for 3 years, I've been growling at kids, "Go play in the playroom." It was dark, and jumbled, and no one was drawn to it at all. So I've been saving and plotting a multi-stage revitalization effort for months, and today--my 37th birthday--I unveil it in its bright, current form.
First it was this:
Couch literally shredding into pieces. Too many toys. Red wall that darkened the far end of the room. Then I got the couch:
Last week my father-in-law helped me paint the trim glossy white and paint the walls "celery ice," the palest shade of green. For any of you with trim that isn't glossy white: Fix it now! The white trim alone brightened the room. The paint job is my in-laws' birthday present to me:
The branches and buds are stickers you assemble however it suits you, so this is about 20 separate pieces. I stuck it up with painter's tape to get the right design before I peeled off the stickers' backing. The glue is very light, so it'll be no problem to remove it all when we're sick of it.