Whether you like to admit it or not, we’re all guilty of judging one another’s homes. Be it your best friend or a distant relative, it’s a natural thing and it turns out first impressions mean everything.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’