The Pit of Despair

While Danny is away, I've got some big plans for his room.  I've been questioning him about his preferences for the last few weeks. 

Me: Hey Danny...
Him: (in semi-surly teenage voice) What?
Me: How would you like a corner desk?
Him: Whaa? Oh, okay.



Every good project should start with a bad 'before' picture...




...the worse the 'before', the better the after. Right?




I know, I know, the pink flowers are a little less than manly.




It's looking better already.
(Ignore the green carpet - it's not getting changed at this time.
We're just going to pretend it isn't there)




Project #1? Paint.
The walls are only getting a touch up, but the closet,
much like my hair, is going gray.