I’ll admit it now. I usually get a wicked case of the January blues. This year it started in December and I got a bit worried about what the winter was going to be like so I decided during this week of holidays I would do something that would make me feel happy each time I looked at it.
You see, living in our war zone of a house since our major reno began last spring I’ve felt like I spend a lot of my time waiting. Waiting for jobs to be done. Waiting to organize. Waiting to primp. Waiting to truly start living in my house again. Well, I’m closer to not waiting but still…so I tackled a job that I could do and would only cost the amount of paint it was going to require.
A playroom for small one in the basement.
When we moved into our 1954 house almost 10 years ago the basement was something out a horror novel. Unpainted, uninsulated, filthy and with every chemical known to man for the past 50 years.
Overtime we painted it generic grey (everywhere), built walls, adding lights… We didn’t really consider it living space though. This was especially true when our elderly cat stsrted to use the entire place as a bathroom before he passed away.
When my father-in-law moved in (and we had recently had small one) we really needed space and we needed it fast. Ergo, about a million cleans with javex, a shot of really bright yellow, a nice bed, a shot of brown paint on the floor and black and white bedding.
THEN, the building began and everything down there went crazy-with the rest of the house.