For reals I am not even kidding a little bit when I say that in a few minutes some people are showing up to photograph my house. When I mentioned it to my mother on the phone this morning, I said, “…yah ’cause at one of my parties a couple of months ago a friend of a friend who works for a style magazine said she wanted to do a story on my place—” and my mother said, “InStyle? Oh, I read that at the gym sometimes, it’s quite high-class—” No, mum, no no no.
Anyway, it’s not a sure thing, the girl’s coming to take some pictures and chat, I don’t know, about my exquisite taste or whatever, and then eventually the higher-ups at her magazine decide. But still!
So, but, anyway, I just want to say, it is very clean in here, and it smells nice.
Anyway, it’s not a sure thing, the girl’s coming to take some pictures and chat, I don’t know, about my exquisite taste or whatever, and then eventually the higher-ups at her magazine decide. But still!
So, but, anyway, I just want to say, it is very clean in here, and it smells nice.
posted by stellou at 4:41 PM
2 Comments:
Oh how very exciting! Will you report back on how it went down? or up?
Now all that scrubbing you did to the bathtub was not in vain or an example of procrastination!
i know!! yay for procrastination that ends up, maybe, in a design magazine. and the sink was gleaming, but gleaming. someone could have given it to someone else as an engagement ring, that is how resplendently gleamy the sink was.
i will totally report on how the whole thing went. i read your comment right after coming from bowb's on dubious adventures in unusual mayonnaise, so when you wrote "Will you report back on how it went down? or up?" i had to make that face, the one with the pursed lips and the puffed cheeks and the bile, and then i had to read you again, calmly and paying attention this time.
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