Does anyone else ever get bummed out that their husband actually lives in the same house as you?
I do.
But only because I can't paint an entire wall in my living room pink,
and balance that with polka-dot decor
and velvet couch pillows,
with glitter.
Everywhere.
Actually,
it is probably good that I live with a boy
because I might very well have the TACKIEST home in the country.
Next reality show?
Maybe.
But,
thanks to Pinterest,
I can live out my fantasy of having an estrogen filled domain
with lovely images
that almost suffices my girl nature.
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Aside from the entryway setup,
there isn't much chance I can get away with the pink accents.
My husband likes things simple,
because his main interests consist of
shooting shit
and getting shit done.
I'm not kidding.
I'll have to keep you guys posted on the constant decorating of my home.
My first agenda is to repaint our dining room buffet white,
and see if that makes the world of difference I'm hoping it will.
XOXO
Cat
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