My boyfriend, Wulfy, is a manly manly man who vetoes a lot of my favorite things as "too girly" to live with. This room he thinks is still girly, but livable. I think if it got much more manly, it would be a cave furnished with antlers and animal pelts.
But at least we both like the couch, and especially the Andy Warhol print. He likes the green chair, I have a thing for wicker. I wanted a zebra stripe rug, he didn't. I wanted a paper lantern, he picked the style. I picked those tables without him though, because I love them oh so dearly. That stripey wood is so pretty to me right now.
And in bigger, better news: I may have found an apartment! No more dorm for me! I couldn't stay on campus next semester anyway, and I wanted to stay in town over summer because this place comes alive in warm weather, it's a great place. So an older relative who lives in town offered to let me live in the apartment in her basement if I help fix it up. My family are all packrats, so cleaning out her basement is no small task, but it will definitely be nice to have a place even marginally my own. She might even fix up the bathroom down there, and will likely fix dinner for the two of us on a regular basis. Oh joy oh joy!