Meet Katie. Isn’t she just the sweetest, most lovely, feminine thing you’ve ever seen? She has long, flowing hair that’s a rich chestnut with natural (😉) threads of subtle gold running through it. She always wears those gorgeous @suesartor dresses and looks like she’s floating whenever she walks. She smells of orange blossom and lavender, and is the envy of every woman who knows her. But when she walks through her front door and shuts the world out behind her, she immediately lets out an offensive, violent burst of gas that she’s been holding in all day. Off come the Spanx and the padded bra. Out come the hair extensions. She leaves that gorgeous dress crumpled in the middle of the floor as she changes into sweat pants with a hole on the thigh, and a t-shirt from a company function 11 years ago. In go the Crest white strips, on goes pimple cream and a little more deodorant because she was a little ripe. Her sink still contains dishes from 2 days ago, and that bra she took off has been worn daily, without being washed, for 2 weeks. She’s not nearly as perfect as she seems, and that makes you like her a little more doesn’t it?
Meet Donna. Until two days ago she had been pretty satisfied with her house. She has nice taste and often receives compliments when people come to visit. She’s up on the latest decor trends and she loves spending money and time on little touches for her home (within reason).