(Please excuse my foul language, I spent half the morning organizing all the electronic shit in the playroom and the amount of zip-ties needed to corral the wires so I could JUST MOP THE DAMN FLOOR was obscene. Typing "fuck" makes me feel better so skip over it if cursing offends you. Come to think of it, if cursing offends you this is probably not a site you want to read. Ever.)
The problem with masturbating to interior decorating blogs is that no real house ever looks like that. (Just like the silicone-enhanced, waxed, airbrushed up the wazoo girls in Playboy!) They use duct tape and chicken wire (just what I use for my kids!) to make everything stay in EXACTLY the right place and since a picture is just a moment, the fact that kids and husbands and pets and LIFE are going to come in the room .3 seconds later to fuck it all up again is ok. But it makes those of use who actually LIVE in our houses feel like shit. I know this. I know that Martha Stewart is the antichrist and yet I read her blog. And website. And occasionally, when I've had too much to drink, I try to cook her recipes. Because I do not have forty-eleven minions to do all the work for me, it never ever turns out. I KNOW this. And yet, I keep going back to my own twisted version of internet porn. It's a sickness people, an addiction. That means I can't help myself so back off bitches!
Then I found Moggit and all is right with the world again. Thank you Joy and Janet for helping me to find the humor in my own sick, twisted addiction to interior decorating blogs, photos, websites, magazines and television shows. You and red wine (along with chicken wire and duct tape) are the only things that keep me sane!