This is what B has done to my dining room:
Fancy, right? I hate having all his stupid "collectible" crap so visible, but he doesn't have an office or man cave to put it all in, as he did in previous locations, before we had small humans to house, so I can't really complain too much. I guess.
You'll also notice that none of my wood finishes match. The table is sort of the same color as the shot glass cabinet and the shelving unit pretty much matches the desk (the built-in hutches match nothing and are ugly. Period.), but none of it matches each other. I suppose the mismatched college-furniture-esque feel really just enhances the frat house ambiance brought to the room by the shot glasses. Yeah, we'll go with that.
Also, you'll be happy to know that I put my foot down at him bringing a six-foot-long two-man saw into the house. He wanted to hang it in my living room! Now, I know I haven't done much with decorating the place, but come on. We don't live in a friggin' lumber camp!
What's the takeaway from all this? I need to be more assertive when it comes to our home's interior design and my husband is a redneck. The end.