Blogfest 2012 has ended, and as I do after most events I attend, I'm serving up a piping hot plate of review and recap.

For those of you who have never heard of it, Blogfest is a three day event organized by Kravet:

"the second annual New York City design event hosted by Kravet Inc. that brings together editors from top design and lifestyle magazines, great brands and A-list industry designers and celebrities."

Rather than taking you through shit day by day, I'm breaking down my observations into tasty, morsel-y bites.

Perhaps this should have been included in my "things I'm afraid to tell you" post: I read all three books in the 50 Shades of Grey series. 

Last week. 

i.e. I was so sucked into this bullshit, I finished all 3 books in less than 7 days. 

These books were SO bad, ppl. Like soooooooo. 

In fact, never have I been more convinced that I myself could easily write a bestseller. Cause if these books are best sellers, I would venture to guess that most eleventh graders who speak English as a first language would be equally qualified to write "best sellers."

By now I'm sure you guys have seen this "things I'm afraid to tell you" stuff all the hell over the blogosphere. Ez from Creature Comforts was inspired by this post on Makeunder My life and then a whole slew of other bloggers joined in on the fun.

I think "things I'm afraid to tell you" is officially the new "outfit to room" post. 

Anyway. 

Even though I tend to avoid jumping on the ole bandwagon type shit, I actually really dig the idea of this one. And so when my friend Meg from Mimi+Meg wrote asking me to participate in "things I'm afraid to tell you" part deux wave, I was totally down. As a writer, I always like to challenge myself, and the idea of telling you all the stuff that I've paid some shrink $250/hr to sort through with me at various points in my life definitely falls under the category of "stuff that might make me wanna throw up." And, in this case, that's a good thing. 

Herewith is a list of 5 things I'm *actually* afraid to tell you...or really anyone:

Ok, so I have zero clue why, but over the past 6 mos or so I've been obsessed with those vintage old school style lockers like the one above. The style is pretty much the complete opposite of EVERYTHING we have in our apt, I don't have room for one, don't need any additional storage space, and honestly have no fucking clue what I'd do with one even if I bought it. 

But, alas: I keep looking, and searching, and asking my husband to hide all of our credit cards whenever I see one. 

Just.

Thought.

You.

Should.

Know.

Photo: Courtesy of East River Ferry; Rebecca Ashley Photography; courtesy of Tom Fruin and Wythe Hotel

 I've got some major love for my Brookln borough, and so I was so flattered to be included in Elle Decor's recent round-up of their fave BK spots. 

They asked a bunch of Elle staffers, as well as some Brooklyn bloggers, which places in the borough they just couldn't live without. Some of my blogging buds also contributed: Brooklyn Limestone, Remodelista and Curbed.

Thanks, Elle Decor! Me love you long time. 

And if you ever feel like immersing yourself in the insanity that is my neighborhood in Brooklyn, Park Slope, hop on over to my other blog F'd in Park Slope for a good laugh...or cry.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Paint is truly like the gateway drug to interior design. And yeah: most people need to be nominated for an ep of "Intervention."

If you think this crazy paintin shit is uncommon, I'm here to tell you that you are wrong, wronger and wrongest. 

The reason I know this is because I regularly look at real estate ads. LOTS of real estate ads. Real estate ads for houses, across a fairly wide spectrum of prices, in three different states. And the most common feature that all of these houses share, is that a vast majority of these joints look like Rainbow Brite and Lucky the Leprachaun got high, ate bad California Rolls, and then threw up all the hell all over the place. 

I cannot even tell you how excited I was to pick up my Domino special edition mag on Friday (hint: I WAS SO FRIGGIN EXCITED!). After trying to pick one up on my way to work ("they haven't arrived yet!" said my magazine stand guy), I ducked out at lunch to try again. 

I took a spin around the store, and...nothing. So I asked my mag pal dude if they had arrived yet. He told me to follow him, and the guy literally pulled out a copy from behind the counter and said "I saved you one...the rest already sold out."

I swear to you, my heart actually started beating faster as I held the slick, shiny papered mag in my hands. I quickly fanned through it and the thing even smelled good. YES! THIS IS HAPPENING! I happily pulled out my eleven fucking dollars (!!) and skipped out the door.

It's a Range Rover Evoque, and it is totally fucking stunning, ppl. Like I stopped in my tracks and actually gasped aloud when I saw it. 

After I walked my dog's furry ass around the block, I came home and googled, and lo and behold: this thing was designed by Victoria Beckham!?

But somehow lately I've fallen back into my buying actual physical magazines habit. First I had some time to kill before an appt the other day, so I dropped 10 large on a fancy shmancy European design magazine. Then I was sitting at Hunan Delight the other night and waiting for my Chow Fun when some chick handed me a Fast Company on the way out to see if I wanted to read it while I waited.

Well, yes...yes, I did.