HDawg and I decided to have an incredibly lazy day yesterday (hey, it was raining and yucky outside... and he had some cute new long john pajamas he wanted to rock all day, so we stayed in!) which meant that in addition to staying in my pajamas all day and not brushing my teeth until 2 PM, I had some time to catch up on the goodness of junk reality TV on my DVR.
First thing I watched? My trash television favorite, the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Love. That. Show. You do too, don't lie. The train wreck that is Taylor... and Kim, for that matter. The saucy Brandi who drops the F bomb all the time. I love them all.
Guess what else I love about this show? Nah, not the expensive clothes or the flashy jewelry or the sky-high stilettos. The houses. Wow. These rich girls really know how to spend some money on their homes!
For example, check out the home of the new girl on the show, Yolanda. Fab-u-lous.
She's got a cute gallery of what looks to be children's art canvases on the wall in her kitchen. I think that's such a fun dose of personality in that space.
Oh, so this is her refrigerator. Yes, refrigerator.
No words for that one.
Her informal living room is just beautiful. I love the built-in shelving.
You may get this confused with some fancy boutique off of Rodeo Drive, but don't worry. It's just Yolanda's ridiculous closet. Sigh.
So there you have it. Inspiring, right? Well, maybe it just inspired me to rob a bank, but it's still inspiring. See, some good does come out of watching reality TV!