It's right up there with Tap Dancing Atop a Grand Piano.
Lofty ones, I know.
Thus far, my powers of persuasion have been thwarted. Mostly because I show the man photos like this and he's all "Seriously, woman? I already sleep swathed in yellow paisley, give it a rest, whydontcha?!"
Validish point, husband.
Someone spied something print-tastic this weekend at Pottery Barn while his wife was attempting to dryhump an antique mercury glass table lamp...
... and then that someone was all "hey wouldn't this kind of match our roo-- omgwillyoustopwiththemercuryglassplease?!"
And now we have a new bedroom quilt.
A true Story for the Ages.
Does it all matchy-match? Maybe not. Which is why I dig it so.