All sorts of yin and yang take place in a marriage. His strengths are my weaknesses and vice versa so it all works. (Pretty much works.)
I am an impatient, get it done, don't-let-perfect-be-the-enemy-of-progress type person.
Adam is patient. He contemplates and waits and doesn't want to settle for less than the best possible outcome.
(I think we drive each other a little crazy sometimes.)
I'm a clutterer, the queen of tchotchkes. I like decorations and Adam is more of a minimalist. I decided to hold off taking over one corner of the house and let it be Adam's. His office. If he didn't have it figured out, that was OK with me. I was going to let it be his space and his domain.
I have restrained myself from hanging pictures (and marginally scary wreaths) on the walls or filling the blank spaces with trinkets and vases. I have let him be in the driver seat and take the lead.
Except I did get some paint chips for him to choose from because it was time already (a tiger can't change her stripes that easily):
See the brown walls? Sort of a rust/dirty diaper motif. Also sort of sponge painted. Were they going for an old world feel?
Every time I walked in the room, I felt like it was sort of an abomination. (Are the people that bought our old house staring at the walls and wondering, what were they thinking?) Adam chose the paint and we spent Saturday painting.
|Do you know how impressed I am with myself that I remembered to take before pictures? And the color was way uglier in person. Believe me.|
|OK, I did prop those pictures there on the mantel. So much blank space. It makes me fidgety.|
I painted this bookshelf the same color as the walls:
And yes, I put some stuff on that top shelf. (I can't resist with ampersands. Adam's initials are AND.)
P.S. I think I should tell you...I was way too exuberant in my furnace excitement yesterday. I spoke too soon. The saga continues but I'm pretty sure we have a resolution and I'm pretty sure this one will stick. (Don't hold me to that.)