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:
Then my birthday present to myself was a trip to Ikea, where I got new pillow covers and this wall art to fill that awkward, asymmetrical space:
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.
Meanwhile, I brutally edited the toy corner. I've always used the furnace room to store off-duty toys, but now I keep only a few things out and rotate much more often. Plus (another trip to Ikea) this little computer desk gets the kids' computer out of the kitchen so I can make dinner without climbing over packs of spectators, but it keeps the computer in a public, monitor-able place. Now the playroom addresses the needs of both big and little kids and is much easier to keep tidy.