25 Times Men Opened Up About ‘A Woman’s Touch’ That Changed Their Worlds
The phrase ‘A Woman’s Touch’ carries with it a profound and often underestimated power. It’s no secret that women often have a knack for decorating, and many men found their homes transformed into beautifully adorned spaces. Throw pillows, decorative plants, and various trinkets became staples.
Recently, someone asked on Reddit, “Men who live alone and then had a woman move in to your place, what are some examples of “a woman’s touch” that she added?” Many men shared their experiences and insights about hilarious and heartwarming transformations. Scroll below to read some of these answers.
Apparently I am supposed to have pictures of my loved ones in my house. Who knew?
I couldn’t keep my motorcycle in the living room or my tools and parts in the kitchen cabinets anymore
She changed the sheets. Like, what is this? Buckingham Palace?
We have shower towels, hair drying towels, bathroom hand towels, kitchen hand towels and certain towels for wiping your mouth and then different towels to clean with
Never try to wipe your hands on the wrong kind of kitchen towel or to wipe up a spill with the wrong towel
She replaced my cardboard box with an end table. Unnecessarily.
The million shampoo bottles and all the seasonings
I came home once from work. She’d made an awesome dinner. Put cut up strawberries in the salad.
Strawberries guys. It was game over.
Been married nine years now and she’s still doing everything on a strawberries-in-the-salad level.
You ever play a game you think you’re doing pretty well with. I fought the minions. I explored the castle. I beat the boss. I saved the princess. I did all the stuff. I succeeded. I beat the game. In this analogy, I cooked, I vacuumed, I did laundry, I dusted here and there, and overall took good care of my home. I own my own little place, and I did what I could to make an old place look at least lived in and comfortable and clean. I organized it to the best of my own ability, taking time to map out the rooms and layout and all that. I really felt like I’d done a decent job. Friends often told me “I feel at home in your home.” A girl I’d never met was the +1 of a dear friend for a New Year’s party I hosted coming into 2020 (ah, innocent times) who told me she felt safe enough to have someone else make her drink for her at my party. That was an incredible compliment. I did the thing, ya know?
Then I met my fiance. She’s finishing a degree in interior design, and when she moved in, worked with me (fully cooperative and communicated) to change the decor and layout of the house. Literally no issue whatsoever. Bachelor pad and “home we will share together” are dramatically different looks. Keep that in mind, fellas. It isn’t YOUR way anymore. You blend and compromise and grow.
My house looks so much nicer. Like, I thought I knew how to play this game. I beat the boss, lol. But man. She came in with the up up down down combo breaker b******t and turned my house into a home. We repainted the living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. We’ve changed decor. We’ve added pictures and rugs and lights. I dunno, man. My house doesn’t look like “MY” house anymore because of her… It looks so much better. We work really well together because we’re both understanding that this is a home we SHARE, and so there are influences of my style, her style, all that. The office where I work was basically 100% my design because I’m the one primarily there. She wanted to do a room for herself, and we decided on the bedroom. We both felt fulfilled, respected, and heard. I know some guys don’t like the idea of the lady’s touch. Those guys either have ladies who don’t listen to them or they don’t listen to their ladies, because this whole mutual respect thing really worked out well for me, at least.
10/10, I advise getting yourself one of them there “lady’s touch” designer gals. Mine is top notch :)
She stopped me from almost burning down my apartment when she pulled an entire stuffed animal worth of lint out of my drier. I didn’t know that was a thing.
Pictures, curtains, cushions. Little tables to put your drinks on. Coasters! So much stuff, bless her.
My bed was a mattress in the floor for like 5 years, she bought a bed frame. Married her
Lots of plushies moved in with her, some of them now sleep on the bed.
Water glasses everywhere, bathrooms are now a disaster, lost my race tire storage room, and there’s a cat, dog, and 4yr old running around now. (The last one is half my fault). Totally worth it, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
A warmth and happiness I didn’t know I was missing and CERTAINLY didn’t know how to cultivate. Art, glassware style unity, refrigerator organization, multiple sets of sheets…
The list goes on. A million little touches that compile a happy home
We now have, without exaggeration, 15 end tables in the house. 4 more in the attic just in case.
She always gets vanilla candles and now this house always smells like a bakery and GOD DAMMIT I LOVE IT
My house is plain as f**k. My ex had it looking like a home. Decor/rugs/wall hangings etc etc. It was 10x better. She took it all when she left and I never got around to trying it out myself. I should tho. It really looked so much better.
my messy fridge turned into a very clean and organized *refrigeratohr*
My formerly pristine white walls suddenly had art on them.
My front door grew a doormat.
My bathroom got a wicker basket with cheesy slogans on the interior lining. “Home is where the heart is” and other such remarkable sayings.
The walls in my shower now contain, what I can only assume is also decorative in intent, long strands of hair.
The drain needs regular cleaning because it, too, is full of long hairs.
The kitchen is always clean and I have 12 different glasses for all kinds of beverages. And 8 cups for variations of coffee and soups.
The fridge keeps track of all the cards we received. Since she moved in, those are many. Before her, I received none.
Different sizes of tea cups. I used to just make tea in a ceramic 1L beer stein.
She made a raised flower bed in my backyard and planted a nice little vegetable garden.
It was bare, terrible feng shui, random clutter, no decorations, no plants, dusty, bed mostly unmade. I had a massive wrap around couch in my bedroom that I salvaged from the street, which was quickly relocated.
Endless candles. New cooking utensils I’d never seen before in my life and didn’t know how to use. Toilet roll that used to last me years now lasts months. I eat more healthily, drink less, go on nice trips more. Generally massive improvements with minor drawbacks.
I think for me the biggest difference is having a more well-stuffed fridge, and just in general having more fresh food and a more varied and healthy diet compared to when single. When living alone I just mostly stocked up on the bare minimum when it came to food, and could have the same type of meal for several days in a row.
I have actually always been very much into decorating and flowers and such – perhaps more so than my partner – so that part didn’t really change much.
Lotions. For different seasons. She has a method to which ones she uses when. And they’re not cheap either.
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A friend of mine -who grew up with his dad and two brothers- told me they found out his dad had a girlfriend when suddenly a candle appeared in the livingroom out of nowhere.