I should have known that Disney characters would one day take over my home.
When my husband Yoshi and I married eight years ago, one of our wedding presents was a framed, stained-glass picture of Donald and Daisy Duck, our names and date of marriage etched below. Did somebody think we were going to hang that on our wall? Luckily, it was from Yoshi's faraway cousins who never visit. I stashed it in the back of a closet.
I had ideas about what I wanted our home to look like: eclectic but adult, tasteful and elegant. I had ideas about what I wanted on our walls. I much preferred the painting we'd bought on a trip to Singapore (a giant pink lotus painted on silk) to Disney ducks. I liked the honey-wooded floors of our house, the buttery, soft leather sofa, the wedding ring quilt on our bed, the heirloom tablecloth from my grandmother.
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