WINNING!

 i have nothing but raw, heartfelt gratitude for all of you who spoke the motherfucking truth yesterday! 

preach it sisters!

every time i read a new comment i took a great big easy breath.

it helped me tremendously, so thank you.

and i hope in some way it helped you too.

sometimes it's easy to tell people what they should be doing and so often we just need to take our own advice.

since that time i have done a great deal of laundry, dusted a few window sills, vacuumed, touched up my roots and even found time to sit in the sun and flip through a stack of catalogs!!!  WHAAAAT!?!? 

OH!! i even took some notes for the book.

and in fact i woke up brimming with ideas!

so again, thank you. 

 

here is what i have for you today..

heaven:

that place looks like it smells good.

 

this room:

i honestly can't stop thinking about it.

 

this lonny kitchen: 

i fucking love it!!

not a subway tile in sight.

i am well aware of this being a love it or hate it type of thing.

where do you fall?

i'll bet it's even better in person.

 

 

clean sheets:

on the list for today.

 

 

these chairs:

if you see them somewhere please tell me.

 

 

this bench:

is going to copy these chairs:

 

 

 

this little girl:

has

her first

soccer game

tomorrow (and a new umbrella).

and she is pretty.

 

dad has something to say about that part..

have a merry weekend!

thanks for being really awesome.

 

 

big love,

so lame and stuff

a coupla things..

i have been feeling a bit of a disconnect with my blog and my readers lately.

and dear lord other bloggers as well..

i used to go through that whole list over there and read each and every blog, every day.

now i am lucky if i get to read 3. 

sorry bloggers, if you feel i have been neglecting you, you are right.

i will try to be better.

 

(lame person but also slightly awesome)

 

and a lot of my readers leave comments and ask me questions and i never answer them bc i just don't seem to have the time.

i hate myself for that.

 

(lame woman child)


i have a L O N G list of emails that have gone unanswered.

i have a dirty house too.

for those of you who know me well, you must think that is preposterous.

trust me it isn't.

 

(so much of this is lame)

 

i'll bet when gwyneth gets overwhelmed by gardening, cooking, cleaning, tracy anderson methoding, mothering, singing, acting, dancing, chris martin beej's, and travelling she has people to help her out.  

 

don't get me wrong, i am happier and more satisfied with myself than i have been in a long time.

it feels good to bring a bit of money to the table for a job that i love doing.

i love helping people make their houses prettier. 

i love reaching out and (hopefully) making people laugh with this blog.

i love the prospect of writing a book.

 

i don't love feeling like everything is out of balance.

i stare at those french doors, one of them painted over like a WWII bomb shelter,  every day and think...holy shit i need to finish those...when am i going to have time to finish those!?!?!

there is laundry at the bottom of the laundry basket that has shit growing on it bc it's been at the bottom for so long.

my kid watches too much tv bc my face is jammed into the computer's butt crack.

 

 

the point is i am super busy, yo!

busier than ever.

busy busy busy.

busy phillips...

 

(lame lesbian)

 

and i am trying to find balance.

i don't want to give anything up.

i want to make it all work.

 none of this is HARD, so to speak..i mean i don't feel like i can't do any of it.

it's the balance i seek.

 

i am sure in time i will find a rythym. 

this is all so new to me.

 

how do you all do it?

what are the tricks you have learned?

help me to remain cool and awesome.

and not become douchey.

 

time out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prayer is not enough.

 

donate here

 

or do what i did and buy this supercute t shirt:

prayer is just not enough people..

and frankly this t shirt isn't much either..

so if you can, buy 10.  or 100.

for each one of your friends and family.

 

a lot of people read this blog (thank you)

so i know i have a great opportunity here to 

reach some numbers.

and i am willing to bet that a vast number of you have donated much much more than i ever could.

so thank you! 

but for the rest of you..

 

watching the news and crying isn't helping these poor souls.  

stop fucking around and relying on prayer to help these people and donate MONEY!!!

 

i do not underestimate the power of prayer...but it's not enough.

 

 

pulitzer (or peeewlitzer) and how i am exactly like gwyneth now...

if someone had told me that one day i would write a book i would have laughed like they didn't know me at all and said..."nooo...OSCAR!!  i will write an oscar!  i mean WIN...WIN an oscar!!  

and while i still old out hope that one day i will win an oscar...i had to accept that it would more than likely be  a pity oscar, like when they gave it to gloria stuart for titanic..

where am i?

 

 

first of all i don't fancy myself much of a writer..

i am more of a truth teller who uses bad grammar and stuff.

 

but..

butt.

a legit literary agent contacted me about all things book writing.

we had emails and we had phone talks.

the big question was..

"how do we corral your candor and pure awesome magic and power into a book about design and stuff?"

(my words)

 

 

 

 

i mean if someone asks you if you want to write a book,  you kinda don't say no..

even though in your mind you are thinking "write a book???!!

i don't even know how to spell mccaunnaghey (does anyone though?)..how can i possibly write a book?!!?

 

but then i thought, i'll bet this is exactly what gwyneth thought when someone asked her to become cuntry strong!!

 

if gwyneth can record an album, MFAMB can write a book!

 

but what book?

well, that's where you come in.

 

what should i write a book about?

and don't say farting...

(please say farting).

 

disclaimer: i cannot promise that i will use your idea.

and i also promise i will not give you credit for using your idea if i use your idea.