Ok, so I’ve spent a prodigious amount of time hemming and hawing about if I was going to be honest in this post about Netflix or not. I wanted to come on here and tell you all about “Daredevil” and how Netflix is going to premiere “The Little Prince,” but…
I’ve been BINGING ON THIS.
I can’t even.
I’ve spent hours and hours watching “Fixer Upper” on Netflix.
I’m ten shades of stressed dealing with the book I’m writing, so I’ve been curling up with a fleece blanket and watching Chip and Joanna. Flip or Flop? NOPE. I don’t get to see the homeowners reactions. I don’t get to see Joanna’s Wayfair furnishings in the rooms. I don’t see the perfect pregnant power couple seeing their perfect Waco home.
And I can pause it to get more brownies. Ice cream. Coffee.
I will not. They’re faboo boobs.
I can pretend myself and my husband are handy. We’re not. I can tell my husband to knock down a wall. Even though…we’d just end up without a wall.
I then spend in inordinate amount of time looking up the cost of shiplap and subway tiles.
DON’T YOU SEE I NEED SHIPLAP IN MY LIFE, LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE COSTING ME!!!
WHY DON’T I LIVE IN WACO!?!
Oh wait, because it’s Waco. I still want that room. Everything in it. All of it.
Also, I love their love. They just, they just LOVE. If love is a building material, theirs is a stone foundation and I love it.
Let me tell you, if you’ve written hundreds of words on Dickens, this is the perfect antidote. It’s also the perfect antidote for a long day NOT being crafty, even if you’ve tried really hard.