When I first met my husband and would visit him at his apartment, it felt like I was hanging out in a college dorm room. He was very neat and tidy and everything had its place (thank goodness), but we were surrounded by "Kill Bill" movie posters and the bedspread reminded me of Zack Morris' from "Saved By The Bell" circa 1992. When we decided to move in together, I wondered how this worked. As a diehard design enthusiast who cared greatly about the aesthetics of my home, was I going to be able to live with his "stuff," and, more importantly, how was I going to manage to convince him to (ha!) get rid of most of it?
from Apartment Therapy | Saving the world, one room at a time http://ift.tt/2kMgavU
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