Interior Decorating with the Boyfriend

Here’s how many of my nights go:

I come home from work. Rami comes over. I cook dinner. Rami cleans up dinner. Then we retire to the couch for the rest of the evening. Rami puts on the TV and we lay on the sofa, he with the iPad on his lap, reading Twitter and Tumblr, and me with my laptop, reading interior design blogs. I LOVE interior design blogs.

I obsessively save stuff I like in a little folder on my computer (I KNOW, I need to get on Pinterest STAT) and as I ooh and ahhh over it, occasionally R will look over and say helpful things like “That chair is very orange” or “I like tables.”

A couple nights ago we were doing this very thing and I decided it might be funny if I showed him some of my favorite images from my “Future Dream Apartment” folder and got his thoughts on some of this stuff.

So, without further ado... my boyfriend, the interior decorator, and his many opinions!

"That mirror looks like something that Ariel put in the cave in Little Mermaid."

"Oh, that is very green! And the tassels at the ends make me feel like I am at a strip club."

“Apparently disco did not die. It turned into stairs.”

“Love it, love everything about it. I love shelves. You can put a lot of stuff on them.”

“GAY BARBIE DREAM HOUSE! Actually, not Barbie. Ken. That is a LOT of different colors competing for my attention. And I do not like those flowers.”

“Another room in the same Dream House. I would not be worried about spilling anything on that carpet. I do like the background. (Me: “What background?”) (R: “The OUTSIDE of the house. It’s a nice outside.”)”

“YES! See, I really do like shelves. My only beef is with the seat. No Muppet should die to make my furniture.”

“Is it a dress? Does the table get a dress?”

I personally find him and his opinions adorable, but maybe instead of being an interior designer, he should just stick to being a teacher :)