Mr. FC: Hey......when did we get those?
Me: (innocently) Get what?
Mr. FC: Those little white pots for the succulent thingies.
Me: We've had those forever.
Mr. FC: Huh. Not bad.
Me: (thinking to myself) Works everytime.
Mr. FC: What was that?
Me: (realizing I actually said that out loud) Uhhhh.....looove yoouu. (searching for a distraction) Want to make out?
As you've probably gathered by now, home decor and renovating are my obsessions. For the most part (budget withstanding), the decorating is left up to me. However, there's always that voice in my head, the one jostling for room amongst all the other voices until I quiet them with a happy pill. Admonishing me to reel it in a notch because Mr. FC's style is more "man-cave" than "glam-cave".
I'm guilty. I've been known to sneak stuff into the house and slowly incorporate them into the home. Obviously, we do consult each other on huge purchases and renovation decisions. But there are times where I have to wear the proverbial decorating pants and just do it and hope that the husband will come around. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he blatantly vetoes. Sometimes he's just stoked that he had no part in it. Usually, he doesn't even notice until weeks later and then he's all "We must have always had that." Love the oblivious guy to pieces.
Which got me wondering how you all do it.
Who wears the proverbial decorating pants in your relationship?
This blog's always about me. *snore* I would love to hear from you so that I can feel less guilty about my obsession and not just because I want to win your comments.
Wait, did I say that out loud too? Crap.
image plucked from Pure Style Home's blog