Curated! Time capsule!
Young House Love, ‘accidental authors’, returned briefly in order to redesign their site. After the flounce heard ’round the internet, they continued to sporadically update their instagram but have otherwise remained silent. Now they have quietly come back to reconfigure the site to be less of a blog and more of a static catalog of their projects.
We figure it makes more sense for our project gallery to become our site’s front page since we’ve cataloged over 900 projects over the years (you know, instead of staring at the same old post forever)…Happy DIYing!
Saying the site is “a time capsule of sorts” the couple also updated their “About” page to past tense phrasing, apparently indicating once and for all that they’re done updating YHL.
And with that “omg no1curr partypants” post I take my leave probably until Monday to celebrate the holiday of “Drink With Your Friends And Ignore Your Parents’ Phone Calls”. Unless someone sends me an omgwtf story tip, of course. Feel free to use this post as the Thanksgiving Open Post because I know everyone is over YHL, and follow me on Instagram or Facebook if you get super bored and want to see what I’m doing while I ignore you hams. Happy American Thanksgiving!
No, you can’t. So why are you talking?
Cecily Kellogg, couchtivist, is yet again throwing her weight at her keyboard in order to stand beside those wronged by the Ferguson Decision. In a piece she claims she was “asked to write”, Cecily compares being on food stamps and watching some kids throw rocks at baby birds to the feelings of helplessness and frustration in the African American community. She then muses about the unfairness of having a white child.
Tonight too many of my friends are crawling into bed with their brown children and weeping because they don’t know if tomorrow or next week or next year it will be their child shot while his arms are raised in surrender…I will never know that fear. My pale skinned, blue-eyed daughter will most likely never be shot by the police, no matter how badly she behaves. I have never been more aware of that than I am tonight.
She goes on to say she “will take action” though we all know what action usually means for Cecily.
Kathy Balman, has a cluttered mind, reviewed a car this weekend. And what’s the best way to review a car? Take a picture during dangerous driving conditions. While you’re driving.
At least she didn’t make a video or hold up alcohol, but come on. What was she thinking?
Looks like in her rush to post a classic bubble bath pic to Instagram, Blair Eadie of Atlantic-Pacific accidentally posted a full frontal (bits in above photo censored by me, but I assure you every inch of her was visible).
Remember kids, check those photos before you share them with the entire planet. And may I say that is quite a waxing job!
Happy Birthday! Enjoy my terrified child!
Kelle Hampton, has no boundaries, recently surprised a rabid fangirl for her birthday. Her gift? Her daughter, Nella.
Kelle brought her children to the fancujo’s vacation rental during the woman’s birthday party. The woman said it was hard to catch Kelle’s son Dash, who ran around as toddlers do, but she “did manage to scoop him up for a second, though, & smother him with kisses”. But her main focus was Nella.
I wanted to hold this one in my arms since the day she was born & I finally got a chance to, although all she wanted was her Mama. To lift her up and hold & kiss her, though, was heavenly. A dream come true. I am so in love with this precious little girl.
The woman then commented basically the same thing on Kelle’s instagram, because heaven forbid everyone not know she got to meet the famous Hampton kid.
I don’t know about you hams, but I don’t think I’d feel comfortable producing my children for a heavily invested internet stranger to slobber over. Sure there were lots of other people around so it’s not like the woman could knock Kelle over the head and run off with Nella. But, as someone in the forum said, this sets a precedent. Now ALL her fanpoodles will want a similar opportunity.
Mommy bloggers are just so, so strange.