There’s a bit of marital discord going down in this house lately. And I fear that there’s no resolving it.
You see, we recently purchased a dining room set (hallelujah, only three years after we moved in, did we finally decide on something). Now, personally, we both wanted something pretty contemporary and neutral, or what I like to call, every single dining room you see on HGTV. I would prefer modern. I tend to like the Danish Modern look, but it just doesn’t fit with our house, so everything is pretty much boring, brown, and neutral. It makes it easy to cover up any sort of questionable stain made from children.
We’re slowly piecing together our dining room set. We’ve made the big leap further into adulthood and got the chairs and the table. We still need a sideboard, an area rug, curtains, maybe some artwork (another thing I’m picky about) and of course, the focal point of any room, a light fixture. And this is where the strife is in our marriage. We’re seeking therapy for it, but we’re unable to come to a resolution.
Currently, we’ve got the 1989 builder’s standard special. It’s not only seriously ugly, but it’s also completely inadequate lighting for this room. And people, my dining room isn’t all that big. Personally, I feel that because the room is so neutral, it needs some glitz. The girly side of me is screaming crystal chandelier. Something pretty, and sparkly, and if it were entirely appropriate, I’d probably make it have pink and fur on it somewhere, but since my hair isn’t big, and I don’t tend to wear lots of makeup and leopard print, I’m thinking that something like this would give the room a nice touch. Granted, if I spent $3800 on a light fixture, my husband would invest in a ratty wife beater, a 40 and promptly proceed to show me the back of his hand. And there are some nice crystal chandeliers at a more respectable price that I can live with, but the meester wants something more manly. The Norwegian in him says “me like Viking style.” And it’s not ugly, and would probably match well, it’s just too plain. I spend my days buried in poop and jelly, I need a little glamor in my life.
I either need to give him a lobotomy in his sleep, or get his gay friend to help him see the error of his light fixture ways.
And I’m guessing since his gay friend couldn’t get him to like Xanadu for me, all hope is lost.