decided to stick with my Polyvore addiction for another day and create a dream-living room for Dave. I don’t completely hate this one, either. I’d definitely let him do it in a basement – or even a den (probably without the frat-boy posters, though). I’m kind of on this Chesterfield sofa kick lately and I can’t say I’d turn my nose up at owning one someday, you know, when I’m a bajillionaire. Dave didn’t even seem to mind the inclusion of ceramic animals – probably because they’re black. I figure for a manly-yet-stylish room, the key is dark colors – like the navy I put on the walls. And since this was for Dave, I threw in a couple of nods to his British citizenship (plus, England is where we both studied abroad before we knew each other, so it’s kind of romantic, no?).
Pretty good, right? When I showed it to Dave last night, he said I need to do another side of the room and make sure there’s a bar. Little did he know I already pulled a link to the Jagermeister Machine for exactly that purpose.
Ladies, are your men allowed to have manspace in your homes?