Growing up, my brothers and sister and I always had a playroom. (I’m talking a lot about my chidlhood these days, no? I think it’s a nice thing.) It was the room above the garage in both the houses I lived in as a girl and it was our place to escape. My dollhouse was there, mixed in with bins of Legos and GI Joes. We kept our pet hamster in his cage there and he’d run on his wheel while we tried to get to Darkland in Super Mario Brothers. We’d disappear after homework and chores to play together and I think of all the Saturday mornings that we built forts. I think my mother loved it because we were mostly out of her hair, in the house where she could hear us and keep an eye on us, but we weren’t pestering her. We were just happy to play in our space.
When we bought our new house, I was determined to have a space that we could dedicate to our son’s playtime. I wish it was a separated space like mine growing up, but his is right off our kitchen. It’s actually really perfect because he can play while I cook or have a glass of wine and pay bills, so I don’t mind even though it’s BAM! right there when you come over.
I’m thinking about decorating and here are the things I’m really digging for his playroom:
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