It’s been a while since I’ve been able to post, so let’s catch up:

Suede was robbed and Kenley should be long gone. Her attitude was deplorable. You have to be quite the be-yotch to be mean to Tim Gunn. I don’t understand her lack of respect for Tim–or the judging panel, for that matter. I doubt she’d sass Diane Von Furstenberg the way she does her mentors on this show. It pains me to see them reward her continuous bad behavior by keeping her on. I would have thought she could win this thing, but I cannot wait to hear Heidi tell her “Kenley, you are out.”

As for Suede, I certainly tired of him referring to himself in the third person, and I do not think he would have eventually won. But he turned out a much better look than Kenley. Especially since Kenley kept talking about how she didn’t want to make Leanimal look like a fool…then did precisely that.

Poor Preston needs his mommy. “She called me an ‘a-hole!'” Waa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!

You know why Shazia called you that, Preston? In the words of Betty Davis, “b’cause y’ahh-r.”

Hated Team Eddie/Ondine/Natalie’s room. Well, didn’t hate it per se, but it was wildly inappropriate for their particular client. This room would’ve been perfect for Brad, Rachel Zoe’s bow-tie wearin’ assistant, but not for a young sports fanatic. There’s no decoupage for dudes, as Jonathan Adler aptly pointed out. Their guy needed casual and comfy. I don’t know why they didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to do something Xtreme. Dude woulda loved that.

Still lovin’ David Bromstad. Don’t know if you saw this mid-century modern episode or not, but I am dying to have his painting of a gynormous bowl of mac ‘n cheese on my dining room wall. David, you outdid yourself…and if you’re taking commissions, sign me up.

Ahhh. I feel better now. I’ve been holding that all in far too long.