My brother Nathan is unmarried. Translation: he has no wife to interfere with his decorating sense. Currently, that sense is telling him to create a miniGotham for his Batman bobbleheads on his mantel. I've been put in charge of essentially a table runner for under the wooden buildings; I'll be making the roads and curbs and whatnot. Seeing as this is his living room, I'm butting in and doing some decorating for him in the form of a throw pillow. 100 Cupboards series. Rereading technically. What can I say, my husband had a business trip. When left to myself I either quilt or read. This time I picked read.
Also, I haven't actually told my bro-dawg that I'm vicariously decorating, so I suppose we are back to Don't Tell Nathan Lindsey status. I think it's level Orange.