That’d be a fun room to play “the floor is lava” in.

“Let me stand up, walk over and put my tea cup down.”

So she can stand on it for a dumbarse Instagram post.

What an uncomfortable, uninviting looking room.

Looks like someone went shopping on Craigslist and put "Shabby Chic" in the search box.

It's obviously not a coffee table but center stage.

Apparently she didn't read that Good Housekeeping article. Pink is so out!

But wait, there's more.😒

My eyes hurt.

Sugar and cheese. Heavy on the cheese.

I had forgotten that she's the blogger who intersperses her writings with the word "Giggle."

Looks like she's trying to create the home of her little girl dreams

She obviously believes that more is more.

Now there’s a family that enjoys holidays! Pass the saccharine!

I remember her!

I don’t remember her having three feet, though.

I warned you you’d go down a rabbit hole! It’s insanity! 😂

Now this is in my head.

https://youtu.be/nsI2BdCmoCA

Ida 😂

Another:

Does anyone else get the impression that the entire house has a coat of vanilla ice cream on it?

😂😂😂

She needs 3 feet to maneuver due to the floor being so sticky sweet.

Only two feet. That's a zipper diving the shoe in two. :)

Ahh! Yes! Now I see the heel. 🥴😆

I'm impressed that you noticed the feet to begin with. I had to blow the photo up!

The Halloween photo looks like Hobby Lobby threw up in there. I'm surprised that I didn't see a single "Blessed" sign.

Well, of course, "blessed" and Halloween don't really go together. Wait till the Thanksgiving decorations go up, there'll be blessings out the wazoo.

This is no different from the Traditions by the Seasons lady, just with more money.

Do we wonder which recently released from prison relative was consigned to the gingerbread man suit?

That's a home where nobody ever slinks around in a fog of moodiness, or has to clean cat diarrhea from the rug, or spews profane, harsh words. Or farts audibly. That is all so wretchedly cheerful and contrived that nobody dare spoil the desperate efforts and effects of Mama Suzie Sunshine's special brand of ebullience.

And that ebullience that works overtime to present thousands of snapshots of fakery in order to paint a perfect collage is exactly what I despise most about social media. "Look at meeeeee! Look at all the wonderful, amazing things I do for my family, and look how adorable I look doing it all! Aren't I clever! Did you see my handmade bowling alley? And aren't I cheeky! Oopsie, I almost tripped, and did you see the madcap pose? Giggle! And aren't I just the littlest bit more prosperous than you, and isn't it positively precious that I include the likes of you in my fabulous life that I'm so eager for you to believe is real?"

I'm grouchy. I don't care. I'd feel the same about stuff like this if I were on top of the world with elation. It is what it is, and I think it's all gross.

I bet there is a lot of miserable behind all that spending and decorating.

It's overcompensating for internet strangers, or "followers" as I guess they are commonly called. And that's sad, but it's precisely what this age of social media "celebrity" spawns.

ETA: There IS something horribly sinister about that gingerbread weirdo. "Giggle." 😒

I present to you, the “under the sea” bathroom. 😳

If you view the decor and photos as vehicles for income is it less creepy than imagining that she actually lives like that? I don't know.

I think that makes it worse. Even more of a spurious affectation.

It’s no less creepy. It’s just too frothy, and too much of it, and all the same.