My wife and I couldn't differ more in our likes/dislike of home decor. She was definitely caught up in the cute Scandinavian, danish modern clean lines, wave of moms, kinda thingy. Bright happy rooms make her happy. Crazy right?
I don't know what the heck you'd call my decor vision. Grumpy old man chic. Nothing makes me happy.
My wife won some wallpaper on Ebay that just recently arrived at our house. The wallpaper is cute and lovely, of course, and she excitedly told me her idea about having a accent wall in our dining room. An accent wall? First, what the heck is a accent wall? Second, what the heck would it do in my sparsely furnished viking lodge of a dining room? I gave her that look, you know that look that men do that makes a woman's blood boil?
The problem is I really can't defend my decor choices, all her criticism is of course spot on. Depressing junk is about right.
I think I've stretched myself a little thin in bringing home an over all style for our house. I'm not home all that much to put it all together, so real solid pieces or ideas just sit in different corners of the house, and well, everything just looks unfinished.
My wife and I have been talking a lot about the kind of husband I am, and stubborn and self-centered are at the top of my flaw list. I know dealing with these sins via home decor may sound flippant, but you gotta start somewhere. So here we go.
I give up. She wins. I'll do whatever makes her happy. I'd be lost without her, and I know she'll put together a home that makes us both proud. If that means birds and clouds in every room, whatever man.
AND. Lets not get too crazy. I do have a finished basement she only goes down to do laundry, it's all mine baby. First on the list, a manly vintage workshop. I've got tools up the ying yang with nowhere to go.
I'm thinking a cast-iron inspired, dark but well lit, industrial dungeon of home improvement. Definitely a project for the deep Chicago cold after the new year.
