There is a baffling exchange that goes on in a marriage when it's time to do some decorating.  Not only has this happened to me, but it has happened to most (actually, all) married people I have known. Somehow, a red-blooded American husband, who is into sports or meat or tv or whatever, who doesn't like to sew, cook, decorate, or shop, decides he is insanely interested in the decorating ... View Post