It was my sister and I's dance room in the basement.
My BFF and I covered the cement walls with chalk. Most of it was an ode to New Kids. I know I wrote Donnie on there. Yes, Emily, that has been up there for 20 years.
Then it became the food storage room.
And now, it shall be the grandkids playroom. The coolest playroom like, evar!
Now, this is a one-man project. As all my dad's projects are. Framing,
Oooh. . . look at that trim. . .
But WAIT! Look at that ceiling!
Oh no. This is not a kids' playroom, man. This is my room. I'm moving in here. Sorry, kids.
You know what this room needs? A gigantor chalkboard.
Look at it's own lil shelf for chalk and eraser!
And finally, the pi-ece de resistance.
Any guesses on what this might be?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Shut.Up. I know.