In 2003, we built a new house. I decided I needed new dishes for my new house. I asked Baby Daddy if he had any preferences or opinions on dinnerware. He said no. He also said he did not have any desire to go shopping to look for new dishes. I took him at his word. I found the cutest dishes with roosters on them. They were even on.sale. at Target. SCORE! He took one look at them and exercised his one veto of the new house decorating. Under no circumstances, he explained, would he eat his dinners on poultry. He didn’t care how cute I thought they were. Fair enough, the plates went back. I found other, non-feathered, bowls to eat our cereal.
This comes up from time to time as an example of 1) me having terrible taste or of 2) him unfairly waiting till the last minute to express an opinion. We have since moved to a 50-year-old house in a different part of town. This means a whole new set of home decorating projects. I invoked the Rooster plate episode earlier this week when I began the project of making the big blank wall in the den, well, not so blank. Art in not in the budget right now, so I needed something interesting but not expensive. My well-meaning friends suggested I make my own art. Given I have no real talent in that area or particularly good taste at times, I was hesitant but also determined. And I would take no guff from Baby Daddy if he didn’t like it.
Note: I have friends who are actually good at home decorating and design. Some of them make their living at it. I’m always nervous to share my projects because I know they’re never up to those standards. But since I asked for suggestions and promised I’d share results, here goes. Be kind.