Hold on to your pantalones, this is a drastic before and after about a scary dungeon of yore that finally found a family to blow the dust off.
The basement of our 1950s ranch came with obnoxious yellow paint and stinky carpet–but I saw a playroom and studio in the making.
I shared the build-out on the old TPH, but we’ve since added furniture and art–so here is your look-see.
We figured we wouldn’t be burning too many fires in the basement playroom because, I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem like a good idea.
A new screen covers the black hole, and we covered the skinny mantel with bulky pine.
The train scoots along a $4 Salvation Army table.
Another thrift store piece, before:
And, after. I let the kids each pick out a knob for the new painted cabinet at the “knob store,” aka Anthropologie. Guess who picked out the pink knob? I bought the lamp on the side of the road in Cashiers when Ally, Claire, and I toured the showhouse. The snowflake art is by my daughter, and my mother made the fisherman quilt square in 1972–which was way, way before I was born, thankyouverymuch.
Do you know how long it took me to cut out all those hearts for Valentine’s Day? There was no way I was going to just toss them after the 14th. They make the ancient TV look happier.
More art by my daughter.
There are two playhouses built into the awkward space in the middle of the room.
One is the house with the kitchen.
And the other is the store.
The playroom used to open up into what is now my studio.
We added a wall with built-in shelves and four square windows to let some of the daylight through.
I do–I have a thing for retro, vintage, mid-century goodness. Can you tell?