How have you been? I’ve been crazy busy with my dog walking gig lately. It makes me so tired all I want to do is flop on the couch every night and watch The Shield. But, I’m not going to complain.

Don’t you hate it when you ask someone who you haven’t seen in awhile, “”How have you been?” the first thing she says is, “I’m really busy!”?  I often wonder how it is that we are all so busy. Busy. Busy. I’m not that busy. I’m not bust-my-ass crazy busy. I’m doing probably the same amount of stuff most people do.  And really, aren’t we all mostly just busy until we’re on vacation?

Let’s move to change our response from “I’ve been crazy busy” to “I’m doing well. I’m sure glad summer is here!”  Then, if you’re so inclined, you can talk about all the busy things you’re doing this summer.


Meanwhile, I’m in a rut here. I want to re-do every single thing in my apartment. I’ve had a kitchen floor crisis for five years. It’s manky and gross, that linoleum floor of mine, but it’s hard to invest the time to have it redone properly. If I allow the landlord’s workers to do it, it might look worse. These guys have a janky way of doing things which might explain why the floor is so bad in the first place.

Here’s a thought:

I saw this transformative floor remodel featured on design*sponge and I love it. Check out the before and after photos. Lori did the most amazing job. My issue with copying this marvelous idea is that under my craptastic linoleum that passes as a floor, I’ve got just a cruddy sub floor. Can I pull this off?  Would it work in a kitchen? I’m concerned about the durability of paint. Lacquer it? Hmmm…


I shouldn’t complain about my digs. I’m just bored with my apartment and I want a do-over, but not this kind:

Boo freakin’ hoo, Ruth Madoff.

Listen, Mrs. M:  I think you knew. Most of us might not know all that much about spouses’ jobs or exactly what he does over in that big ol’ office, but seriously, how is it that you were oblivious that you were married to that Ponzi Monster? Don’t all mafia wives know they’re married to the mob? Or, is that just what the movies would have us believe?  Ruthie, you’re a fool to stay in NYC. Take  your 2.5 million dollar settlement and get out of town. Do your “friends” a favor. Don’t let them see you popping out of Daffy’s just because you want to appear to be poor. You’re not. (I learned about Ruth’s die-lemma here first. (That’s Decorno, my source for decor porn.))


My home slice, Amy, sent me an email last night. I think the title of her email was “Eek! Cute!”  Amy knows from cute. As you can imagine, I really felt cruddy about my little dive after seeing this gorgeous Danish Cottage on decor8. That kitchen is to die for, really.  More pics here.


Then there was this other place that underwent a transformation under the tutelage of decorating guru, I Suwanee.

Check it out. The full story in photos is HERE. I’d say these are great results with only five hundred clams spent.

Oh, and I wanted to show you some photos of my courtyard and garden today, but it’s about to rain so it’s not possible to take pictures now.  Maybe tomorrow…when I’m not so busy.

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