the story

I got a husband and a house in 2007. Both needed far more work than I realized. This has led to my current predicament: I’m living with my in-laws while the renovation trudges slowly on, and my every attempt to decorate is thwarted by my loving but sadly-misguided-in-the-ways-of-home-décor husband. Because I don’t believe in divorce, I decided to chronicle our progress (or lack thereof), vent, and get much needed support when he insists on something ridiculous, like tile in the living room. Here’s our day-by-day slide toward marriage counseling.