...is a go!
I ran it by hubby and he didn't seem to think it was the worst idea ever, so it looks like we'll be "faux" finishing it! Which means we have hours and hours and days and days of work ahead of us. Embarrassingly, it has become a dumping grounds for everything we don't know what to do with right now, and not in a pretty, organized sort of way. In a throw-it-down-the-stairs-and-pretend-it-doesn't-exist way.
That's all pretty much my fault, too. I take full responsibility for chucking things down the basement stairs. It's a little scary and dark down there, okay?
So I think we'll repaint the walls a nice pretty color and spray the ceiling black to save money. Here's our inspiration picture, from this blog post:
It may be a little sports bar-ish, but I'm okay with that.
And...that's it. I don't know that this was worthy of a whole blog post, but, you know, that's alright. I'll blame pregnancy since I blame everything else on that. :)
Edited to add: Another thing I can blame on pregnancy. I have become a freak in the past week. Like, out-of-control nesting. Like nesting on crack. Like nesting...whatever. You get the idea.
My every thought revolves around organizing and redecorating and redoing rooms. Someone stop me!
Who else has gone loco when pregnant?
