We settled in the play room instead.
This room used to be dark red, and with one tiny window in the corner and a second half moon window in the door, it was incredibly dark and unpleasant to spend much time in. But this room was one of the reasons we bought this house. When we started house hunting, I added a separate play room space to our list of like-to-haves for a new home. In Toronto, we had little space for Isabel's toys. Now in a different housing market, we were looking at much larger houses; a play room just for her was suddenly not out of reach.
But it was dark. So we painted it. My parents came to visit for a three day painting extravaganza and, at the end of it, we had a much different room, one Isabel and I certainly don't mind spending time in. We need some art on the walls, maybe, and a bit of a better storage situation for her growing collection of toys, but we will grow well into this room.
And, maybe one day, she'll even learn about the delights of independent play in this room.
(I'm not holding my breath.)