Wanna come over?
Last year we finished our basement. We moved my office down there, created a guest room suite (far away from the girls' rooms upstairs!) and carved out a large man-space for Mr Pink. Part of the deal was a playroom.
This space used to be our tornado shelter, where we huddled among stacked suitcases and plastic bins of off-season clothes. It's a small room (10x11?), made to feel smaller by the lack of a window, low ceilings, and a strangely-angled wall that takes its shape from the stairway outside.
I wanted to make the room somewhat bright and cheery -- a far cry from the cave-like space it used to be, complete with a hanging bare bulb and spider webs. So we installed 4 potlights in this tiny room. And we left the ceiling unfinished -- we had the builders spray paint it white, so it wouldn't seem so low.
I also took a risk and added mirrors on the back wall, to bounce the light around and hopefully help create the feeling of a window... of a space that wasn't subterranean.
Nearly everything (except the kitchen set, a birthday gift) in this room is thrifted or repurposed. The curtains are bedsheets. The bookshelves are part of a set of 4 my parents were splitting up. The window mirrors, from Big Sis' old room. The window hardware? Saved from two houses ago. The small milk glass nobbed mirrors? Goodwill. The red chair in the corner? An $8 thrift store find. You see where this is going.
I still have a big clock and artwork display thingie to put up, somewhere on the right wall, above that little curtained storage area. And the table in the middle (Big Sis' from 10 years ago), is a little too wobbly to be on a carpet, so I'm going to keep an eye out for something this spring when I hit the garage sales.
But by and large, I am very happy to say "The Playroom? Oh, yes, it's done. Would you like to come over and mess it up with us??"
(You can find these and a couple other photos with notes, at flickr.)