You know how you come home from work, crash on the couch with the mail, then drop it on the floor and kick it under your coffee table?
Then to unwind a little bit, have a quick nosh...
Yes, I did take pictures of my hostess's house from this weekend on the sly because I couldn't. believe. my. eyes. Yes, it is mean-spirited to make fun of someone's personal style...but DUDE I really don't make too much fun of ugly, but clutter makes me crazy. If it weren't for the trash packed under the coffee table, I would have just giggled at the full maroon shag toilet and left it at that.
REALLY I am not judgmental of taste, and know that it is an individual thing...in your home you should decorate as you see fit, because it is where you snuggle and live and are, without fear of public recrimination on said style. BUT beware, if you shove your mail under your coffee table, or pile crap on top of garbage on top of shot glasses of the United States, I am totally going to take pictures with my phone and put it on my blog.
That all being said, if you come to my house and you think that the rope lights on the kegerator, oar hanging on the wall, or college posters are lame...Mr. P did that.