Our house is slowly coming together:
but the only problem is that we still have a lot of white space on the walls, so we are constantly searching for stuff to put up there.
And by we, I mean me, since Mr. B has the gift for visual design that all men have inherited:
The only problem is, as you have probably surmised by now, gentle reader, I am weird, and I like weird things, and Mr. B wants to keep it normal.
So he vetoes everything I want on Etsy. Things he has vetoed in the recent past or will veto as soon as he sees them include:
Photo of unhappy Belorussian couple getting married.
Large Kraken Wall Decal-which is -ON SALE-, people.
“We’re not Scottish. Stop it.”
“Too abstract. There should be a picture of Inigo and Wesley dueling.”
“You have serious issues you should probably address with the help of a medical professional.”
“You’ll give people the wrong impression. This house is strictly cognac-oriented.”
“Stop showing me stuff. I’m going upstairs.”
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was being stylistically repressed, and I was not happy to express myself in my own house, visitors and Mr. B be damned.
After one too many mimosas during a Saturday brunch, I made an impulse buy.
And now Count Orloff will be mine in a mere two weeks.
Men just don’t understand.