. . .but it is much better than it was.
I forgot to take a picture until after I started painting, so my before pictures don't quite capture the dungeony mood it had.
Now, this isn't going to be a before and after that leaves you thinking, "Wow, you can't even tell that's a basement." Turning our basement into one of those kinds of basements would have required a budget bigger than a shoe string and a general contractor, or possibly two.
That said, I think a large dose of elbow grease, paint and some organization has made this basement bearable.
This mess is what results when you have a place so dark that you don't want to spend any time down there.
Now, I've even made a make-shift little studio in an area that was once called "The Pit." Seriously, I'm not joking, a previous owner had wood-burned "The Pit" onto a little sign and hung it over the doorway. It was a very apt description. (Yeah, I even wallpapered it with some vintage paper from my grandma's attic.)
I added curtain panels, made out of red burlap, to the stairway area to make a closet of sorts.
Jack now thinks it's a special treat to go play with his train table and the train pieces don't end up all over the house.