The Great Oz Has Spoken...

I am very interested to see what the talk will be in Blogville about Stephen Drucker's editor's letter this month in House Beautiful.  (If any, maybe I'm the only nerd that reads editor's letters.)  He is politely asking that decorators, design bloggers and those that comment play a little nicer.  This is a hard one.  I think it is so easy for people to type mean words on a blog comment, things they would never say to another person face to face.  What do we do though when we read or see something that we know is total bullsh*t?  I am seeing in my mind the most fake southern woman, one I would really despise, saying (while touching the other person on the arm or shoulder of course), "Oh honey, you know that is the just the most stupid thing you have ever said, but you are so sweet.  You know I think your work is just precious, but this room is ugly beyond words."  Read Mr. Drucker here:

Wanted: One Doorbell

A sheriff's deputy knocked on our front door Saturday night.  My daughter and I answered the door.  "Did someone call 911?" he asked.  "Oh, yes, no, I didn't mean to, I was trying to dial 919 area code to North Carolina, but I must have pressed 911, yes, I've done this before, I didn't mean to," I answered.  Then the deputy asked who else was home.  I told him my husband was upstairs.  He looked at me and asked, "You're sure everything is all right?"  I told him yes and started apologizing profusely for wasting his time.  You know he walked away thinking, "What a dingbat." 

But, he knocked.  Why?  We have no doorbell at this time.  Just this: