My name is Elizabeth.
I have a magazine problem.
It is serious.
It all started about thirty years ago when I picked up my first People magazine. I was hooked. I think I have spent around $985,643.52 on magazines in my lifetime. I just can't seem to get enough.
I mostly read decorating magazines now-and they are the pricey ones. Here's my hand-you can smack it.
I still need my rag-mags. You know, the gossipy ones, the ones everyone says they wouldn't be caught dead reading. They are lying. I know-I used to be one of those people. I can freely and openly say that yes, I do read the rag-mags that talk about who's wearing what, who's going out with whom, who just dumped who, and who just had plastic surgery-in Hollywood, I would hazard a guess and say that that list would be too long to name. I know, I'm mean.
But back to the decorating magazines. I. LOVE. THEM. more than my luggage.(Guess what movie that is from!)
I think I love them because they are pretty, they are informative, and they give me hope that one day, my house will look like that. *Sigh*I have entered a twelve step magazine program. I will let you know how it goes. But I have a feeling, it just won't work for me.
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