where the fizzy is my elle decizzy?

 no..for real...where is it?

 i have gone into 2 different book stores this week EVERY DAY checking for it's release..

is it just me or is the feb. issue later than usual?

or am i just a crackwhore for shelter mags?

don't answer that..

 

here are some classics from elle decor to tide us over..

chevron floors, floor to ceiling window and a serge?

that's all you need.

 

 

 

 

i know. 

 

 

i love this room.  

i want to have cocktails with you in it.

 

 

 

lavender and chocolate velvet.

a neutral alternative for the color phobes...

 

 

here's to a happy, beautiful weekend filled with heavy drinking, chocolate raping, bath taking, and of course...

as always..

farting.

 

RHOATL666- the worst recap ever for the worst show ever..

 i may have said it before, but this show makes me truly embarrassed to be from atlanta.

well, let me rephrase that...it makes me sad to think that this is a representation of atlanta women.

there, that's more accurate.

you ready?

ready for pathetic whores on parade?

ready for moose stampedes?

ready for nasty phaedra?

ready for more indication that these bitches ALL hate each others guts?

i hope so.

here we go...

 

kim and kandi have some kind of bullshit terrible show to do in miami.

cynthia has a fashion show to do in miami.

the girls decide to make a trip out of it and celebrate cynthia's pending wedding to that thug, peter.

kandi and kim take a tour bus down to miami.

 nene wants to be on the bus.

 

buses are terrible always and forever.

when you can avoid being on a bus, do so. 

 

of course nene and kim have a fight..

as usual nene threatens to beat kim's face in..

 

nene violates everyones personal space with her big ET finger..

the issue was that kim brought sweetie, her personal assistant.

it was supposed to be just the girls (the girls who clearly all hate one another)...

this angered the moose and she retalliated as only a moose can do.

with violence and aggression.

moose's are scary motherfuckers.

kim, too drunk for reflexes musters a, "ge'chuur feenger owa my face n e e n e e e e!"

nene then called sweetie a slave.

the scooby gang caught wind of this upon arrival. 

 

kandi threw around her usual stinkeye..

which translates to 'why in the hell do i hang around with such hoodrats?'.

fly above kandi.  fly above. 

 

kim tries to convince herself that she doesn't treat sweetie like a slave..

some one else did that too...

sweetie tells us she couldn't be a slave bc she gets paid.

(in cigarettes)

was anyone else uncomfortable with the world slave?

it made me cringe.

nene and her big moose balls.

 

 

once inside kim gives this guy a beej..

to say thanks for letting me and these ungrateful bitches crash at your creepy place for a few days.

kim makes no bones about thinking this guy is attractive.

that's bc she wants us to think she WANTS to give this guy tons of beej's instead of HAS to give this guy tons on beej's.

 

 

after a few meals filled with awkward silence and more moose outbursts, the girls head out to cynthia's fashion show

cynthia is stunningly beautiful..

 

but she is super sad on the inside..

my guess is that it's bc she doesn't love peter.

but we soon discover it's bc peter is broke. 

the pretty girl knows she can do better than broke.

 

here's how the rest of the show goes..

nene: let's just leave.

cynthia: ok.

nene: no, really i think we should just change our flights and leave.

cynthia: yeah..ok...i do have some things to do..

 

she by sheree: LEAVE?!?  ain't nobody leavin'!  we came down here for YOU.

cynthia: yeah. ok..i'll stay.

phaedra: i got some hot sexy strippers comin' tonight and i ain't gonna miss some giant dick all up in my face.

kim: beej beej beej

 

then phaedra gets nasty with her stripper friends. 

equally nasty i might add.

sweaty guys flinging their dicks around is not sexytimes for me personally.

after it's all said and done cynthia says thank you for making her stay, she ended up having fun for 2 minutes.

which is better than zero minutes i guess.

 

scenes for the season finale indicate that perhaps cynthia leaves peter at the altar (the fernbank dinosaur museum altar). seriously. it's a dinosaur museum.

 

let the discussion begin.

 

like

 i like..

a giant coffee table. 

 

tiny art, heavy on the matting and then all over the walls.

 

sofas that remind me of weimaraners. 

 

ikat walls.

honestly i can't stop staring at them.

 

 

those floors. 

 


faded rose and black.

(did i just say 'faded rose'?)

 

everything everything everythiiiiing!!!

this room is dreamy.

it is dreamy and it has balls.

i'll take dreamy with a side of balls.

 

images via gauthier, maison boutique, elle decor, not my beautiful home tumblr, muriel brandolini

 

reader question: need your input

that sounded like a cry for help.

sorry...been dealing with a constipated 6 year old and a very sick cat all weekend. 

fiona's butt is on vapo-lock.

(taking suggestions unless your suggestions are miralax, prunes, prune juice, enema's and finger up the butt..bc i have tried all of those to no avail- am open to beatings)

anyway..

a loyal and faithful reader who has a beautiful house she did up all by herself has a very good question she wants our input on...

 

Hi,

 

I have a topic I'd love to hear discussion on - kids in houses. We just had grandsons, 3 and 7, for a few days in my newly reno'd digs and they were way more rambunctious than I ever remember my twin heathen girls and their sedate older bro being when they were tots. Then I read Lamp's comment about squashing the velvet on account of her babe.

 

What I'm questioning is at what point am I OCD when anxiety wipes me out when the kids are running through my house, climbing over the furniture (including my blue velvet chairs), pressing grubby fingers and noses against glass,TOUCHING everything and dropping shit on my rift-sawn white oak natural finish (i.e. not inexpensive) flooring? It's already been established that I'm not to be a disciplinarian as it may hurt my hubs' son's feelings.

 (reader's house)

Soooo, where do today's parents who care about design and how their homes present stand on kidos in homes? I want the kids to enjoy visiting us, but I designed my house (mostly, I guess) for my husband and I, plus adult friends, to enjoy. I have statuario extra marble island counter top (with full waterfall edges - another finish that was not inexpensive) that I'm constantly on apple juice patrol over. Am I too uptight? Am I wrong? Is there a stick I need to pull out of my ass?

 

I know it's boring shit, but I'd love to hear what your readers have to say on the subject if you have occasion to bring it up.  

 

Thanks and thanks just the same if you're not so inclined!

 

Warm regards,

 

mm


my first reaction is to tell son in law to control his kids.

this is your house, not theirs. they are visitors no matter what.

yes, they are children..but i am hoping that your son is telling his kids to be cool around nana's nice things..

they need to respect that.  kids or not.

however...kids are clumsy by nature and boys are crazy and rambunctious by nature, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to cover up those velvet chairs for their visits..maybe no shoes in the house when they visit..and as for the fingerprints?? well, that's easy to remedy once they're gone.

as for your anxiety and nerves...do what i would do...

when they visit fill an IV with a nice carmenere or syrah and hook that shit directly into your veins..

 

 

what advice can you give?

***poop updates:  fiona came home from school and dropped off 4 baked potatoes.