my new pornography

It used to be fashion magazines. I'd flip through all the latest additions and crave, like an addict, the clothes and, even more so, how skinny those models were. I still probably have a case of low grade body dysmorphia but those fashion magazines no longer do it for me. Now it's all the home decorating magazines that get me going. How I lust for the latest issues as I linger in the magazine aisle at my local supermarket with the children safely ensconced in the daycare there - it is too good to be true. Ohh and hitting howardhanna.com after the kids have gone to bed and I can be a virtual voyeur and homes right close by, it makes me drool with envy. I know I posted the dream home that I discovered just a few short weeks ago but now I've really and truly found my dream home. It's in Fox Chapel and has a lovely shady, if somewhat sloping yard, with goregous moonflowers by the front door. It needs about $100,000 in renovations but once this place is done it would be to die for. I know it doesn't look like much but trust me this old style bungalow has so much potential. Now if only I could find a kindly contractor who'd be willing to take me on as an apprentice, and fund me all this money, while I start on this project