John Calendo Butch smutch! This one matches the wall clock to the window coverlets. What insane level of high-maintenance are we looking at? Those are designer colors on the blinds, which ALSO MATCH THE COVERLETS. Out of shot is the cleaning woman he strangled after she put the striped comforter over a perfectly harmonized duffle-bag brown bedspread. A situation he's about to reverse. Hence, the hardon.
	Heather Corinna I had no idea you could put that much particle-board in one room without compromising the foundation. And I'm not -- no,no -- saying a word about the s-o-c-k-s.
	Jim Buck Given that carpet, I'd probably wear socks, too. It looks as though the house smells of nothing but fried food -- which is fine if you're really into the Colonel Sanders thing, but a bit cloying if you're trying to keep a woody...
	David K Here earthy tones scratch and claw their way into distinction, quelling the vertigo-inducing striping in the bedspread and curtains. Thankfully a brown Wal-Mart trashcan saves the day by anchoring the woody colors into "masculine" prominence.