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by Carrie Benes |
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When my husband and I got married a few months ago, we merged our lives, we merged our futures … we merged my Hello Kitty collection with his Joe Montana shrine. Our one-bedroom, two-level loft apartment, while hardly spacious, was a funky little abode chock full of possibilities. But we had our work cut out for us if we were going to reach decorating nirvana. Our goal was to transform our new dwelling into a place that looked less like a battlefield of the sexes and more like – well – us.

Anyone who’s ever moved in with a significant other knows the chaos that can result from that unavoidable "his" meets "hers" scenario. Twenty-odd years of accumulating stuff as individuals means that problems will arise when it comes time to integrate both your belongings into one single abode. Now I’m not an outrageously frilly female… my dorm décor didn’t consist of teddy bear and roses posters and Laura Ashley sheets. And while I’ll admit that there’s a soft spot in my heart for all things Hello Kitty, I swear it’s under control. (The majority of my small collection is now on my desk at work, or on my drawing table – both places that I feel are 100% mine to accessorize and seem to remain free from eye-rolling from my hubby.) My husband, on the other hand, is 100% boy. And I mean BOY. In his eyes, his most valuable contribution to our new apartment décor was, without a doubt, his 26 Starting Lineup figurines, most of which feature the same head: Joe Montana’s. So as I watched him carefully and lovingly unpack and pose each figurine, I tried not to freak. Surely he would see how ridiculous those little plastic toys looked mixed in with all the nice furniture, lamps and throw pillows we’d acquired as wedding gifts, right?

Wrong. Soon, Joe had made his way onto every shelf and dresser we own. A month into our marriage, I was feeling forced to give my hubby a choice: Joe or me.

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