Holy balls I just have to write a quick post to advertise my insanely deep love for a blog I just found via my friend Amanda Thomsen (who, by the way, wrote the funniest and most helpful guide to gardening ever, Kiss My Aster).
The blog is by a completely mentally unstable woman named Victoria Elizabeth Barnes who writes about restoring her 1890 Victorian home. She writes like Beloved Burnt Toast, Stupid Stork, Yeah Science and David Sedaris had a really awkward foursome and made a baby (through IVF, clearly). It has nothing to do with fertility or infertility or babies of any size or shape.
You should start with her stalker post about Don Draper. If you're not completely terrified, or perhaps your both terrified and endlessly amused, you then owe it to yourself to read this amazing post about a giant mirror from Craigslist.
I don't know Victoria. She might not like me if I did meet her. But I love her and I felt the need to post about something entirely unrelated to my uterus that is making me very happy.