After my brother the boondoggler finally removed his pile of worthless belongings from our mother’s basement, we were able to complete the transformation from den of mass squalor to lair of ill repute. Although the wall color was too bland for my liking (I appreciate more spark and flame in my colors), the chosen taupe does blend well with the Devil’s-red and plague-black furniture.
The decorations are far from finished; I mean to place framed movie posters and sports paraphanalia around the room, as well as a mini-fridge and end tables upon which can be set goblets of brew. It’s meant to be a man-cave, but as my friend mentioned, “It looks more like a pit of love”.
Either way works for me.