My husband has turned interior decorator! He has gone on a tear, and is fixing up his Mother's house, but don't get your hopes up. I don't think he will go this far with the new "do" (probably a good thing). He doesn't know about zebra, and leopard print. I can say this with confidence, because I told him I wanted to reupholster some chairs I bought at the school auction in zebra. He was incredulous, like I was asking him to go hunting for one, tan the hide and let me have it! No, this overhaul is not going to be radical, but it will be nice. All this started when he came back from Illinois, and he sat down in the recliner (a man essential), and was settling in to his favorite John Wayne movie, when, all of a sudden he felt a board sticking him in the back, and that was it! He went to the nearest furniture store and started picking out what he liked--recliner, couch, refrigerator, dishwasher......next, is the paint, and then who knows. After 38 years I have learned to just turn the boy loose, and let him do his thing. More about the re-vamp later.