Or, rather, I'm obsessed with organizing and re-furnishing the room that is, technically, supposed to be our home office if it didn't look and feel like a demilitarized zone.
Once a month (maybe) I'll deign to go in and watch some Bravo online. Otherwise, I avoid it b/c it actually makes me stabby to even look upon it. It is my secret shame, my Waterloo.
Lately, I've let the fantasy get away from me a bit. I am currently coveting the Horchow White Spur Home Office (I would need at least three of those $800 bookshelves but what to do with all our fiiiiiiiiles?!). And the Ballard Designs Tuscan Collection.
This exercise in futility has me regularly visiting Houzz and considering joining *gulp* Pinterest.
My only respite is planning fantasy vacations on Expedia. A girl can dream, right?