Eventually, we added a door in the left corner in order to circulate the heat from the living room woodstove more efficiently:
But the boyz keep getting older. (Hi. I'm Captain Obvious.) And their playroom became a bit babyish. It was time for a change. Now, I am no Martha Stewart. Nor am I Ty Pennington. I do not have a decorating-ish bone in my body. But luckily I have a mother and a sister who do!
Et voila! The boyz' new and improved mature playroom (is that an oxymoron?):
I'm thrilled with how it turned out! And I absolutely positively can't thank my Mom and my Sis enough for all the help.
(The boyz' names are on the wall in red wooden letters - that's what I've scribbled out. But how many of you don't actually know their real names?)