Seriously, for as expensively awesome that Hunter Wellies are, I hear-by declare the boredom boot decorating to begin. That is until the temperature moves into weather that actually inspires me to shave my legs, and not just to the knees. All the way baby. I know, I’m demanding a lot from mother nature. All or nothing is how I roll, unfortunately for my husband.
Until then I’ll be decorating away with my wellies and my wannabe Million dollar decorators British Accent that sounds more like Lindsey Lohan in the Parent Trap, but it doesn’t matter becauuuuse I have Chlass and you don’t.
Decorate Schmecorate this is easy. Give me a show Andy Cohen. I’ll be awaiting your call.
THE JESS ELAINE 
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