So I’m redoing my craft room (thanks to a little inspiration from Tanya’s post over at The Keepings and a lot of inspiration from my favorite interior design blog by this girl here). I would post pictures right now, but we’re not quite there.

Because of a stupid picture.

The thing is, Jason and I agree on just about everything as far as house and home goes. We don’t argue about color palats, furniture choices, lamps, throw pillows (with the exception of this hot pink one I love–he thinks is pukey), or bed spreads. To put it in english, he provides the cash, I do just about whatever I want to the house.

With the exception of one, stupid wall, and one stupid picture. This picture.

 

He loves BYU athletics. At work, he gets framed photos of LaVelle Edwards and Steve Young put up way before he even thinks about his wife and kids. I’m okay with that, it’s his hobby and out of the office passion, and I’ve come to accept that part of him.

But do I have to accept this very unattractive, expensively framed picture? Here I am, killing myself off to create a craftroom/office haven, and what is the very first thing you look at when you step into the room?

You guessed it. Steve and Company.

And the worst part? There’s no way it’s coming down. It’s THE ONLY piece of decor in the entire house that he feels passionate about, the only thing he’s ever requested, and I already let him hang it once. (That was a big mistake on my part. I thought the office would forever remain a dumping ground for the unwanted furniture in my life. How was I supposed to know I’d wake up and want to decorate it one day?)

The way I see it, I only have three options. First, do the entire room in BYU colors and paraphanalia. Unfortunately (and despite the fact that I love being BYU alum), that idea just made me throw up in my mouth.

Second, I could let him hang this photo in our bedroom (the only other not-yet-decorated room in the house). But that might inspire him to start keeping score, so it’s probably not the best place either.

It looks like I’ve only got one viable option: leave the blasted picture right where it is and pretend like I can’t see it every time I walk into the room. That’s right, BYU football wins again.

Do yourself a favor, never let your man buy wall art.