Hubby and I have been redoing the upstairs where all the kids had their rooms. Empty nesters now. Whooo-hooo! I suggested we make the upstairs a "creative space" still keeping the rooms as bedrooms, but making use of the area. A writing room for me, an art room for hubby. Another room themed as music, and the loft will be a library.
It became apparent while doing this that hubby and I have different ideas. I got a little cranky. Oh, I've been known to get a little crabby from time to time, but hubby says I never get on his nerves. I got on that man's last nerve with this adventure (and we've only just begun). I was downright annoyed because I really wanted MY way. I usually don't care. Hubby is clearly the decorator. I have no sense, no fashion, no vision, no artistic style when it comes to decorating. Seriously. Hubby missed his calling because he definitely does. Hubby equals museum style. Me equals helter skelter.
But I did have something in my head when it came to these creative spaces. It's hard for me to verbalize what's up in that brain of mine, especially when it comes to "decorating."
Hubby did say, "I'll give you this... you do have an imagination." As a writer, I took that as a huge compliment even though I'm thinking that's not how he intended it.
After we got through kids, both mine and his, I figured we could make it through anything. I think now I better add: Home Remodeling.