I'm a sucker for Thursday's home section in the New York Times and Sunday's real estate section. Steve usually scoffs when I grab the real estate section and mumbles "that's house porn." Yes, it is. And I loves it.
This Thursday, I checked out a little Victorian shack in the woods that was refurbished and decorated by a tiny woman from Long Island. I admired the vintage screen door and the dish collection, but I'm not a shabby chic person. I don't like all that flowery stuff.
I'm amused to see that this article is in the top ten for the day. This is the Etsy and chicken-keeping trend. It's driving certain sections of the blogosphere insane.
Apt. 11d 