Recently stocked with a borrowed bass guitar and amp.
Already filled with a hand-me-down day bed and bits of this and that.
This is kind of a multi-purpose room in our apartment. It holds our largest closet (unseen) and the spare bathroom filled with books (also behind a closed door). Our inflatable kayaks live in here, dry out here, get stashed here, as do all the fertility meds. In a few months, this is where I will shoot up with lupron every morning and (hopefully, eventually) PIO every night.
But for now, it is where I am teaching myself how to play the bass guitar. Which makes my husband laugh and me smile.