The Boy Child has announced that he wants an office.
“Not a playroom, Mummy, an office. Like you and Daddy.”
The biggest snag is that he doesn’t have a proper office chair. Or a desk. He has outgrown the child seats he had. He is making do with a dining chair, borrowed from the kitchen table.
See the teddy on the sofa? The Boy Child won him for correctly guessing the sex and name of the new Royal baby. Hence the teddy is now called George.
Nothing has been stuck directly on to the freshly painted walls.
The bookcase from his bedroom is now next to the original playroom office one.
The bookcases have been culled of their now-too-young-for-The Boy-Child collection. In are Roald Dahl and more reference books. There’s still room for our favourite picture-books-with-decent-text.
There’s a portable chalkboard for weekly spellings on one side and times tables on the other.
There’s also room for his DVD collection and his collection of scrapbooks and mini-books.
There are a few cute prints/framed posters on the walls and a dragonfly mobile hanging from the ceiling.
There’s a set of shelves for things that aren’t really to play with, along with a photo of my dad. The wooden sign has The Boy Child’s name on it; I turned it round before taking the photo.
There’s a framed scrapbooking-as-art piece.
We’re all really pleased with how the playroom office redecoration turned out and the yellow paint turned out to be the perfect shade. It’s called Lemon Tropics by Dulux.
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