Let me just tell you that you learn so much about your significant other when you finally move in together. I’ve recently found out that J likes maple syrup in his scrambled eggs, he’s incredibly tidy, and has a completely different sense of style about the apartment décor than myself. I like ranch on everything, am incredibly lazy, and I like random tables with random objects on them that serve no purpose but really they do.
I geeked out this afternoon on my favorite blogger (@Stonecoldbetch) and am obsessed with her house. Her style is chic, eclectic and functional. With some manly feels to it, I could combine both my style (which thank you Nicole for showing me in pictures what my style is) and J’s style.
So I’ve been white girling all afternoon, searching through pinterest, amazon, pier 1 and etsy and holy moly I have no idea how I would ever decorate this space because I’m pretty sure J would get confused and not feel at home, while being home. I’m so considerate. For now, we’re making wishlists on all the different pages and compromising. I think this is key.
My love caught a really intense head cold and has been zonked out for over 3 hours now, so I’ve been cooped up in the living room (which I love because our wood floors are amazing) cleaning and working. My inner house wife voice is making a mental list of things to pick up from the grocery store and what to cook for dinner tonight.
(ps- it’s sick how much I love cleaning, doing laundry, and tidying up. I’m a house wife bitch)