We are in the process of buying our first house having lived together in rented for the 12 years we have been together. I love DH very much but sadly we are incompatible.... in the decorating sense that is. I suppose I have always known deep down. He was gazing lustfully at a white leather L shaped sofa a few years ago in DFS. I managed to steer him away towards a nice brown twill number from Next.
But now we are going through ideas of how to decorate the new house. He has bought some prints in America of random things like piano keys and blossom covered trees that he thinks we can hang up on the wall up the stairs. He also wants glass shelves for our books that are underlit with lights that change colour.
He is leather, glass and metal - I am fabric and wood. Can we ever make this work?
Constantly bombard him with books, magazines about home decorating. Multiple paint charts with hour long discussions on whether to pick 'buttercream' or creamybutter' colour for the walls. Literally bore him to death about it, until he wants to skewer his brain with boredom. Then offer to take over all the decorating.
OH isn't allowed opinions on home decor. EVER. He's also not allowed to buy his own clothes, dress the children (seriously, DD at three has better taste and can tell what colours match) or do DIY. I let him buy his own shoes the other day and he came back with bovver boots. When ALL of his clothes are basically cords and chinos, shirts and nice polo shirts in greens, greys, mustard and blues. And manligans. Which as you can imagine, look LOVELY with black army boots with two inch soles.
Thankfully DH is prepared to steer clear of my communion with the mothership (Ikea) and allow me to decorate as I wish. In return, I undertake all home decorating projects and don't expect him to help.
Oh I sympathise! When I met dh his flat looked like his nan mum had decorated it - it was hideous. We have since lived in 4 houses and have, along the way, managed to somehow not have any of his original stuff left
OP, I feel for you, I really do. When I first met DH I could have wept over his Ikea laminate pretend-beech furniture and all his navy blue and stripes and his giant aerial photos of Washington DC on the walls. Sorry, I know some people will think I'm crazy, but this stuff is really really important to me. So now we share a house, his more extreme stuff has gone in the cupboard or his workshop, my more extreme stuff has gone in my study, and we're gradually making a lovely home with interesting antiques and lots of colour and unusual objets .