I know I am starting to recover from the holidays but I have a long way to go. I was so batcrud crazy last week I could not get my brain around one single blog post. Not even so much as a flickr favorite. Sorry about that! There is no way I can get it together enough to scan or search out some Inspiration Monday fodder, but I can share with you what I was thinking on the plane today, as the girl next to me had her elbow in my ribs the entire time because she seemed to want to keep her hands in her pockets. I had taken a chill pill so it didn’t really bother me that much (if you know me, you know that is a miracle). I was too busy daydreaming. I was daydreaming about what I would buy for my house if money were no object. The thing I really really really want but would never buy, because while $500 for a pair of shoes seems reasonable to me, $4,000 for a fridge does not (I never said I was rational), is a Big Chill Fridge in cherry red. It is AWESOME. And no, I don’t want a SMEG instead. Why? Because the word “smeg” is gross and it’s in big letters on their otherwise cute fridges.

OK, actually, I just found out it’s only $2695 with a $395 inside delivery fee and it is Energy Star rated – don’t I get some kind of credit for that? It would be a green investment. Oh, and there is a dishwasher that matches it…hmmmm…anyway, it’s still too much. I mean, for THAT kind of money I could buy a very small Chanel bag that I would use a few times a year if at all…

But here’s my question: If someone dumped a pile of money in your lap and told you that you had to spend it on your house, what would you spend it on??? I am NOT talking about boring stuff that will “help with resale.” I’m not talking about an investment in fine art (speaking of which, I read in a trashy Us Weekly today* that Hugh Grant bought a Warhol for $3.5 million when he was drunk and sold it a few years later for $21 million – how crazy is that? Somehow I don’t think the signed Ace Ventura Pet Detective poster I bought at a silent auction when I was drunk is going to have the same rate of appreciation). I’m really not interested in your desire for solar panels or a composting toilet.  I’m talking about something more like the Ed McMahon CASH4GOLD 24 karat gold toilet. Think MTV Cribs. The Ice-T retractable roof over the pool. The Tommy Lee Starbucks stand in the basement. The stripper pole in the bedroom. The Sistine Chapel reproduction mural on the ceiling of your rec room. Whatever. Come on, I know there are some Italian sheets with countless threads or SOMETHING out there. Seriously, ‘fess up. It will be fun.

*I’m only allowed to buy those kinds of magazines for plane rides.