Despite the occasional eye-roll, I am so thankful that Hubs lets my inner Martha (as in Stewart) shine, by allowing me free reign to fill almost every room in our house with a vase full of fresh flowers. In my book, a room is not fully decorated unless it boasts a pretty blossom (or two! or ten!)
There's seems to be something in the air that's making for a hellish work week for everyone lately, no matter where you work, and throughout the unneccessarily chaotic and overwhelming day today, I kept thinking about these flowers, especially the magenta peonies and couldn't help but smile.
After snapping a few photos of my nightstand, I noticed that Hubs' nightstand looks drastically different than mine. As in, desolate, drab, rather monochrome and lonely- different. It's well, a guy's nightstand!
You don't quite follow? Here's a few more pictures of my nightstand:
Yankee candle Beach Walk (adore the relaxing scent and bonus points for matching the theme of the Master Bedroom), the mandatory vase full of fresh flowers, coral/seashell frame of "The Married Ones" and a starfish trinket box that holds the jewelry I wear on a daily basis.
And now, the Mr.'s nightstand:
Portable DVD player for those lonely nights sans Hubs where all I want to do is curl up in a ball and watch movies in bed (Hubs is anti-television in the bedroom, a story for a whole other post!), a nickel and chrome monogrammed Catch-All for Hub's watch, money clip, loose change and whatever else the boy manages to collect in his pockets, another picture of "The Married Ones" and lastly, a handcrafted coconut shell crab from our Hawaiin Honeymoon.
Now do you see what I mean? Such a guy's nightstand!
You know, shy of the neon beer sign and bottle koozie (which he may or may not have stashed in that top drawer!)
I will admit, I imagine I would grow a little curious if Hubs started demanding that his nightstand be decorated with fresh flowers and candles and whatnot. Hehe!