And the journey continues. Now that we’re settling in and we’ve got furniture in the house (with the exception of the dining room because we have yet to find the perfect table that we both like!), its time to start thinking about decorating [insert sigh here]. This is challenging for a variety of reasons. You see, JD has a vision, and I have a vision. Sometimes we get lucky and our visions intersect. It might be complete alignment, or it might be just the tiniest thread.

Today’s assignment: find bedding for the master bedroom. No big deal, right? WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! My vision includes patterns, colors, something that makes a statement. You see – when you walk into the house, it you take a look to the left you can see JD’s office (that story to follow) and you can also see into the master bedroom. In addition to that, the master bedroom is my go to place, my sanctuary, the place I can unwind, the place I can relax, and – well, it’s the place I go watch the TV shows that JD doesn’t like to watch! So for all those reasons, I really want to find just the right bedding.

We had seen some nice bedding in the store where we purchased the bedroom furniture and I’d been wanting to go back because I saw that they had some really nice bedding too. So we go into the store and JD heads off to look at office furniture (remember, the office story will come later) and I head out to look at bedding. I know that he’ll agree to pretty much anything I choose, but out of respect for him I try to keep his beige taste in mind. In my search actually found three different sets that I liked so I go track him down to show him my discoveries. Now I have learned over the years that in situations like this (whether it’s bedding, shoes, clothing, whatever) that if I show him something completely outrageous right off the bat, then when I show him the real thing, he’ll agree to it because after what I’ve just shown him, anything is good. Great psychology, don’t you think?

In theory, this works well. And most of the time it does…with the exception of paisley. The man does not like paisley. Who doesn’t like paisley? I don’t know why. Even beige paisley – nope. No can do. I’ll have to ask his siblings if something happened to him during his childhood that involved paisley! Unfortunately, two of the three sets I liked today had paisley. But I showed them to him anyway knowing full well what he would say. “Well, I’m just not sure I like that”, or “I don’t particularly care for that”, or my favorite, “I don’t like paisley”.

We did not make any purchases today and the search will continue. And so we got in the car and drove home – and listened to Brad Paisley 😉