Why, this Autumn Edition of the Gallery of Domestic Godlessness is just like one of those OK! magazine exclusives when a celebrity showcases their beautiful home with its plumped-up cushions, glassy uncluttered surfaces and decorative fruit bowls. Yes, just like that.
Without any more further ado…
Ikea, eat your heart out. This is how baking pans are meant to be stored. Why, it’s never a chore to find that other 20cm round pan! All you have to do is empty the entire goddamn cupboard and then, having finally located the pan, chuck everything back in with great force.
The last time I photographed the view under my fridge’s “dust baffle” was almost 16 months ago (see “The Booger That Was Heard ‘Round The World“). This also happens to be the last time I cleaned it.
As you can see, it’s still the place where fridge magnets crawl off to die. If there is a lesson to be learned here, it is this: Never remove the dust baffle. It’s there for a very good reason.
This DVD disk (discovered under the loungeroom rug) has had the full Chez NDM treatment. The kids have evidently dipped it in yoghurt and then tried to clean it off with a brillo pad.
And I wonder why so many of our DVDs won’t play any more…
In the kitchen world, there is the grill and then there is the edge of the grill. My grill is surprisingly clean. The edges are not. Obviously.
This is why it’s called a Junk Room, people.
I particularly like the missing gum boot on the top shelf. It takes a special kind of household to lose a boot from a shelf that high.
I also like the fact my husband’s shirt is draped casually over the chair. It’s almost as if I’ve fashioned an effigy of him out of clean laundry so the kids would think he was just lying drunk in the back room instead of lying drunk on the streets of Bangkok on his [twelve day Asian sex tour with the local rugby club].
The NDM says: I rock as a housewife. No, really.
Domestic Godlessness Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥