When you get married, you kinda have to give up on the pretty, pink, girlie decor and start hubby-approved negotiations for all the new purchases. I've walked past so many ruffled, white couches and leopard print rugs that I whispered secret promises to, I'd get you, but I'm not single.
I don't know how I pulled this one off.
Our new bedding looks like it was ripped right out of a magazine. After we decided to buy it at the store, I watched another couple walk past the display.
She pauses and pets the comforter, This is sooo pretty.
He retorts, I guess. If you like that sort of thing.