The season to decorate the crap out of our condo. At least that’s the way Wife Ninja sees it, and for the first time ever, I’m okay with it. Sure it might cost a pretty penny. But eating off Corelle dinner plates is a heck of a lot better than the paper stuff I was using in my bachelor pad.
We rent a small 1br/1ba condo from a pretty cool guy. The key word in that sentence is “rent.” To me, that implies, we are living in some dudes house and we are therefore limited in what we can and can not change. Sure, we might be able to take a towel rack down, or change a mirror out, but that is where I draw the line. Wife Ninja, however, is a little more ambitious. Specifically, she wants to paint!
I tried to tell her that painting was not really an appropriate thing to ask since we don’t own the place. But after a little trickery (darn you women and your cleverness) she convinced me to ask the landlord if we could. Not only was he fully on-board with painting the bathroom, but he paid for it! It turns out Wife Ninja is the first woman to ever live in this place and, as he says, he wants her to “feather the nest.” That means she can pretty much do whatever she wants to the place to make it more “homey”.
I’ve concluded the fundamental difference between man and woman, when it comes to decorating, is the value of form vs function. For a man, function is the only thing that is important. I don’t care if a couch has a horrendous floral print on it, if it’s comfortable (and cheap) I buy it. Who needs a fork and a spoon, when you can purchase a spork instead? And why do I need eleven (yes eleven) different decorative pillows on my bed? Answer: I don’t.
The other day Wife Ninja returned home with a few decorative purchases. When I asked where she planned to put one of the wicker baskets she bought, her response was “I don’t know, but it’s just so cute.” What? You bought something that serves no purpose in our home, simply because it is cute? Turns out, that is exactly what she did, and something tells me it wont be the last time she does it. Gotta love her 🙂
So I sit here typing in our Crate & Barrel-esque condo, with a freshly painted bathroom, and enough candles to light a small country, and think to myself “It’s good to be home.”
Men/women chime in with the crazy things your significant other does decoratively. Women, why do you sacrifice purpose for cuteness? I just don’t get it.