I redecorated the MBR when H moved out. The center piece is a (mustard) yellow end of bed sofa thingy. It sounds horrible, but it isn't. The MBR now looks like something you'd find in a boutique hotel in the middle of the desert. A sanctuary from the craziness of the world.
When he saw it H said - "It's not to my taste ... but as long as you like it". He was very much in his 'passive aggressive t**t" stage then.
Good luck in your meeting. You won't need it though. You've got this.
