I sincerely hope not, because THERE AREN'T ANY FUCKING GIGANTO ROUND COFFEE TABLES ANYWHERE ON THE INTERNET!

I'm pretty sure you'd have a better chance of running into a unicorn sitting on the tooth fairy's lap getting a scalp massage from Santa, than you would finding a half way decent round coffee table that is larger than 42" diameter and doesn't cost a million dollars. 

Now, I'm sure you can have these things custom made, and I'm sure you can find old ones that are kinda big, but why in the h e double hockey sticks is hardly any one making fab big coffee tables??

I'm totally fine searching for one fab photo. Searching for two photos makes me angry. If I have to search for three or more photos, I wanna punch a baby directly in its face. So doing round-ups, mood boards, inspiration boards--whatever you wanna call them--that's pretty much my kryptonite.

Which isn't to say that I don't love looking at them, cause I totally do. These round-up boards have become celebrity superstars in the world of lifestyle blogging over the past few years. And some of you ppl are *seriously* good at putting those mofos together (Life's Little Jems, Mrs Lilien, and Mimi+Meg come to mind). If we're being honest, having the ability to do these round-ups, and do them well, pretty much puts you in a class above the rest in the world of blogging. It's kinda like learning to drive stick--you don't *have* to know how to do it in order to drive, but if you do, you have many more options available to you, and also you're just way the hell cooler.

But also, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR!

I serioulsy cannot get this monstrosity out of my head. 

I decided that the only way to really cope, was to make up a list of things that I thnk are actually uglier and more vile than this "dress." Here's what I cam up with:

*Cancer

*Hitler

*My haircut from 10th grade (thankfully, there are no surviving photos...at least on the internet)

*Puli dogs

*Penn Station in NYC (and in case you didn't realize, this is how gorge that place USED to be before they wrecked it. Everytime I see those pictures I actually want to cry)

That was pretty much all I could come up. May we all never see this thing ever, ever, never again. Amen.

Right, well that's kinda how I'm feeling about Pinterest lately.

Truth time: there is literally not a single website, service, or platform that has EVER come along in the history of my internet browsing days that has excited me, and....well fine, fulfilled me as much as Pinterest.  I'm not being melodramatic here. I love the living shit out of it. 

It's just so goddamned ruffle-y and girly, it all kinda makes me want to barf. I mean, can you imagine a dude anywhere being ok with this in the bedroom? I mean don't get me wrong: they have pretty stuff. I just wish it wasn't allllllll dripping so hard with sugar and spice and everything nice. 

If only they'd come out with a dude's line...I'd be all over that like Adam Levine on a supermodel. 

Just me?

Like this one: 

1.2 Flash = no no
For whatever reason, the flash always makes my photos look cheesy-- so I don't use it.

Uhm, YES!? WTF, iPhone!? Except I would replace "cheesy" with deep down dirty horrendous, momentously awful or horrible times a billion. 

I have literally never seen a good iPhone picture taken with a flash. Do they exist? They're like unicorns.

2. The Nate Berkus show got cancelled. They're saying stuff like "it's run ended" and that Harpo is "choosing not to renew" but let's get real ppl: it sucked. The fact that that thing lasted two years is more surprising to me than the Michael Jackson/Lisa Marie Presley marriage was. Also: #NATEGATE, never forget.

I mean, I'm sure your kids are ridiculously cute and adorable and blah, blah, blah, blah, but also I like to sleep in until 10am on the weekends and spend ridiculous amounts of money on stupid shit like wrapping paper and caviar for my eggs in the morning. So no kids for me. 

BUT!

Thanks to, yet again, the magic of Pinterest, I keep coming across some pretty killer kiddie boudoirs.

But I was actually thinking about this a lot recently, as we just had our amazing trip to Sedona, AZ last week. And before we left, I found myself shopping for some travel wear and picking out shit that I might not normally wear at home in NYC. I mean, I came home with a bag full of shearling vests, and earth-tone colored sweaters, and navajo prints, and this stupid headband head warmer thing. And when I walked in and showed my husband all this crap he was like: "uhm, are we going to stay at a dude ranch?"

I want that one day...and I want it BAD.

Having this indoor/outdoor thing in NYC is pretty much a pipe dream, wrapped inside a unicorn, perched on top of a Leprachaun's head...unless of course you're the Novogratzes, who pretty much have the coolest ass house in all of Manhattan.