WHY DON’T YOU #177
Monday: Why don’t you spend the day deep cleaning your house? I like to think that I keep everything fairly neat and tidy, but I was quite horrified at how […]
Monday: Why don’t you spend the day deep cleaning your house? I like to think that I keep everything fairly neat and tidy, but I was quite horrified at how […]
I have a doozy of a story to share with you today. Martha Stewart is one of the icons in my life that I look up to every single day. If I can ever be a bit more like her, I’ll find a way to do that. Whenever I’m tidying and redoing my house, I’m thinking, what will Martha think when she comes over? It’s absurd, reader. Martha is never coming to my house for lunch, but I terrorize myself into order at the thought of it happening. This has been a commonplace scenario in my mind since the summer of 2008 when I saw my first episode of Martha’s daytime talk show.
Monday: Why don’t you spend a day in complete and absolute silence? There are few things rarer than the blissful glory of utter quiet. All day, every day, we have […]
Monday: Why don’t you pick something up at the grocery store that frightens you? All my long life, I have disliked peppers. Nothing could convince me that they were worth […]
LOVE: Last Girl Before Freeway: I have been putting off reading the latest Joan Rivers autobiography for the longest time because I knew that I would sob at the end. […]
LOVE: Free Time: This was a really good weekend. I didn’t go anywhere. It was fabulous. This semester has been so busy, and I have been constantly inundated with assignments, […]
LOVE: Tea In Chicago: Ever since I went to Chicago last year for a day trip to the Oriental Institute, I’ve been obsessed by the idea of going to tea […]
LOVE: Pocket Doors: I am beyond obsessed with pocket doors. In fact, I think they might well be my favorite thing a person can do to their home. Why have […]
[Advance warning: this is a long one. Also, support my hypothetical gubernatorial campaign!] I was born at the wrong time. I’ve always known this. I long for the olden days […]
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see hipsters again as I was then. Hipsters and gays and fashionistas and rich bitches with faces so full of poison they’re […]