Andrew, meet the bloggersphere. Bloggersphere, meet Andrew (for like the 20th time). Now that you know each other formally, have an oyster and enjoy his take on compromise:
Hello, Andrew here. When Lindsey started talking about domestic compromise, I had to admit she has kindly agreed to tolerate her fair share of home décor of my choosing. Although, let’s face it, my childhood pig painting is pretty awesome, right? Why else would my mom have framed it? However, I can point out a few pieces in our home that I wouldn’t mind seeing phased out.
If you have spent much time with Lindsey you know she loves blankets. Always with the blankets! If we watch a movie, she has a blanket, if she’s at her desk, there’s probably a blanket. When she comes down from bed on Saturday mornings, she is, without fail, draped in a blanket. So it’s no surprise that we have tons of comforters and quilts. While there’s nothing wrong with the quantity, I can’t help but think—despite her assurances—these are not in fact gender neutral.
The gender neutral argument doesn’t stop at the blankets though. Look at these curtains in the laundry room:
Lindsey thinks this last exhibit should be off limits as we haven’t hung it up in the new house yet. But for two years, every time I went into our bathroom I had to stand there and read this thing telling me to be myself and more importantly… be sassy. Eventually I began to overlook this piece of fine art—however our guests continued to notice. How was I supposed to have a guys’ night when this sign tells them to be sassy every time they pee? This was a gift from Lindsey’s mom…but if I get just one husband interior design veto, I’m calling it on this.
And of course these are the are the salt and pepper dogs…they poop salt and pepper on your food…two thumbs down.