Just kidding. Take your damn time, see if I care!
So, the playroom. That playroom, for me, was a big draw to purchasing this particular house. The playroom and the whole rest of the gigantic walk out, light-filled, potential-filled basement. Square footage, here in beautiful Durango, Colorado? Not cheap at all, so not cheap that we basically had a heart attack when we arrived to house hunt and saw what our Wisconsin dollars would buy in Durango. This house, up against the newer/more updated competing homes in our neighborhood of choice, was an underdog at first. Brass fixtures here, oil rubbed bronze in the competition. Dated 1990s baths here, Jack n' Jills with granite there. Underdog-o-rama. Except when it came to the square footage (okay, and the big lot and the updated kitchen and the glorious - if worn - hardwood floors). So we looked at the prettier places with the prettier things but kept coming back to this one with the good lot and the good size and that good feeling I kept getting, as I wandered through the echoey rooms rubbing my big belly, about this being home. I felt it, anyway. J? He was all "NEWER PRETTIER LESS WORKIER PLEASE!" So obviously, as these things go, we boarded the plane back to WI with a contract on this house in hand. Because I was pregnant and nobody argues with the pregnant, duh. And 11 months in, we're chipping away, dollar by dollar and Sunday by Sunday, at a hefty list of "Things We Want to Fix Up". Likesuchas, the basement. Where the guest room was neon green and the guest bath an accompanying neon purple and there are boob lights aplenty. Where a previous owner's elderly cat ..... you know .... here and there on the pale blue carpeting. But the basement overhaul, in reality? It's quite a ways down on the priority line. After things like "eradicate the brass doorknob plague" and "get big mama a claw foot tub." Eventually, the basement will receive new flooring and new paint throughout and new lighting and new furniture that the dog hasn't chewed on, but for now, it's a pretty nice spanse of space into which to throw the FakeTwins and let 'em at it. Crunch your Goldfish into the carpet, see if I care! (Okay, I sort of do.) Ram that truck into the wall, I dare you! (NOW STOP IT THAT'S LOUD.) But you know what I'm saying. The basement, it suffices. Let's take a peek at what we were looking at, coming in:
|boob lights, blah paint, blue carpet.|
here and here), traced the mats, cut the paper "mats" out, and was all ready to Mod Podge the paper onto the mat when I realized (duh) I could just set the paper over the mat, put it all back in the frame, and hang! Easy. Peasy. And the best part about not gluing the paper down is that when I tire of the chevrons (which, let's face it, will be sooner than later), I can toss those out and put in something more current.
So that's where we're at, for now. The new "mats" really add a little sumthin' sumthin', eh? The woodsy colored rug is a leftover from our woodsy house, where it matched (not so much here). But it covers up a few stains on the carpet and is free, so yeah.
It'll get there. Baby steps, yall.
Have a great week, friends!
ps: Info about the super simple flash card project (and a flashback to the playroom of ole!) HERE.