I was one of those girls who imagined how I was going to bedazzle my house post-wedding more than I fantasized about the wedding itself. I had a vision. I knew I wanted my bedroom as a MRS. to be mostly whites and creams with a splash of shabby chic. Grahm, on the other hand, had very different ideas. He wanted dark mahogany wood, a dark brown comforter, and anything else that would scream, "I'm a man, and this here's my man cave."
When we were registering, I was shocked at how much Grahm cared about everything. I expected to waltz into Bed, Bath & Beyond, gun in hand, and blast adorable household items till my fingers hurt while Grahm would sit idly back and say, "Whatever you want. I don't really care." I guess I thought that because my dad has always been nonchalant with all of my mom's crafting/decorating/bedazzling projects.
That is NOT how registering went down. It was three hours of arguing, mostly.
After days and days of agonizing over all my big girl life decisions like what color do I want the guest bathroom to be? Do I want silk sheets? What color should the kitchen be? ... Only to have all my carefully chosen plans thwarted by my soon-to-be husband.
Turns out, Grahm had an opinion about ALL of it. Nothing too frou-frou, frilly, or (heaven forbid!) floral. I think we argued most about dishes. If they had even the teensiest hint of color, he was absolutely against them. Patterns, swirls, or flowers? Forget about it. "Babe, I can't EAT on THAT!" (Needless to say we have stark white dishes now. I definitely lost that battle, my friends.)
I told him my plans for our bedroom. You would've thought I had wanted to paint the walls with my own blood by his expression. "NO color? None at all?"
"What's wrong with creams? Cream is a color," I said.
"I don't know, it just will remind me of heaven."
"I don't see the problem with that."
Grahm has been a real trooper during this whole process. I'm trying to be more sensitive to his needs as a man and his hatred for floral things, but he's realizing that I care a whole lot more than he does. In the end, I got my cream bedroom and he got his stark white dishes. It's give and take, people.
The repainted dresser.
So glad I decided to buy curtains instead of make them. Way way way easier.
These are very similar to the coffee filter lanterns my mom made for the wedding,
but these are made with book pages.
Antique window I found on Craigslist.
My full-length mirror that I bedazzled. It still needs to be hung with leftover rosettes from this project.
Here's what we did with four of the DOORS we bought on Saturday. Grahm hinged them together and now they're our fabulous headboard!
Still need to find a lamp to go under those lanterns. That open space and the ugly gray
emergency button is killin' me.
Watch him pick like neon orange, just to spite me.