The Real Deal On Collecting

Years ago, before I had busted out as my designer-y self, Martha Stewart totally freaked my shit out over the idea of having a "collection." I *wanted* to collect stuff, but it sounded scary, and serious and overwhelming.

What the fuck was I supposed to collect? This decision seemed akin to deciding who you were going to marry. Choose wisely, cause you'll be collecting this shit for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Martha's collections were epic, natch. And if I was going to collect stuff too, of course I wanted to collect it like a fucking rockstar. But I didn't know what to collect, and I was afraid about pulling the trigger cause then I would be stuck with all this shit and maybe it wasn't the shit I *actually* wanted to be collecting? Drabware? Eh. Fiestaware? Meh?

So I did nothing. And then more nothing. And I got older and older and had no collections of anything. And then it just hit me one day: FUCK THAT NOISE.

And then I figured it alllll out! And it was easy! And I was collecting shit left and right!

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I Loved The #MarthaBlogger Party More Than A Fat Kid Loves Cake

Way to ruin every networking party that I'll ever go to, like EVER AGAIN, Martha Stewart! Cause now I'm just gonna be comparing them all to #marthablogger's Blogger's Night Out. Holy shit that thing ruled my face so hard!

So, in case you've been living under a rock, Martha Stewart had a little bloggy blog bloggerson get together last night at her offices here in NYC. The who's who of the Bloggerati were invited, as well as some Bloggerati posers like moi, and we were all to gather on the scenic roofdeck for bloggy cocktails and blogacious light snacks.

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