We're great friends with even greater ambitions. Although we'd like to have it all—the perfect house, the tastiest food and the shabby chic-iest of vintage furniture—we also like to spend a healthy portion of our meager paychecks on booze, partying, and...well...booze. To be honest, we sort of suck at being the domestic champions we know we are destined to be.
So until we can afford the Eames furniture, bake the perfect soufflé, or even remember to make our beds before we dash out of our apartments in the morning, please allow us to share with you our trials and errors. Especially the errors. And while we're at it, maybe you can teach us a thing or two ...like where we left our keys last night? Everything after that second dirty martini is sort of a blur.
Welcome to Home Sweet Homewrecker.