I Am Nauseous (Yellow)

Eric: Longtime readers will recognize that what I'm about to say, I've said before. If you're a new Digger, take notes. Otherwise, you might get sick of me repeating myself: As gay men, we have a moral obligation to teach each other and the rest of the world about flattering colors around which to be nude. These walls ain't it. They're giving me a sick headache, as the granny who originally furnished this room would have said.

I know that beige walls give many of you gay vertigo, so my suggestion is that you take a few deep breaths and go for a soft putty tone.

I've gone on and on about squooshy furniture and vinyl. The quick fix is a semi-fitted slipcover. Wide wale gold corduroy, I think. Much easier on the eyes and buttocks. The missing skeet blanket should be a mossy green microfiber. Speaking of the couch, why is it pushed into the middle of the room, choking the space like that? Push it back a bit, let everything breathe.

Once the couch is back against the wall, gather up all those small framed pieces and group them together behind it. I actually like the interplay between the (poorly hung) mirror, chest, and rug. But they're too close together, so the effect is blurred. That window shawl? No.

This could be a nice, genteel withdrawing room, but right now it looks like Wong Foo Abbey, and that makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.


It's The Couch (or whatever that is)

PassingThrough remarks:

That vinyl yellow back seat from a junked-long-ago 1973 Duster (or a neighbor's old boat?) doesn't belong in a room otherwise sporting "Eastern-ish" cha cha. I'm almost certain, it gets pulled out of the garage and placed there, once fluffing is completed, and its off to the Tunnel Bar. (because you never know!)

Which this scene brings to mind...I haven't been able to score in over 4 years now. Whatever why, for petesakes? Low sunspot activity?

Sat, 06/25/2016 - 19:23

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