I've grown quite fond of trailer park life. As a natural nomad, I like a house that quakes beneath my feet. (I exaggerate, of course, but only a lot.)
The new house arrives the same way, trucked in piece by piece to be assembled on the spot.
Trailer park people are a different lot, quirkier than the stick-built crowd. There's good taste and bad taste and there's taste that defies description. And in honor of that we're introducing a new feature today at Here in Malibu -- Trailer Park Tuesday.
No judgement. I truly love it all. And really, what better place to kick things off than at home?
Oh the hanging lights, filigree balls that swing from golden chains:
Oh the molded plastic medicine chest, the faux oak paneling, the metallic gold-flocked wallpaper:
What's that? You'd like a closer look?
And now, as the Casa Mulholland remodel sails through its final week, I'm proud to live up to every stereotype you've ever had about who lives in a trailer park, and how.
Here's my front porch this morning:
Please, just call me Ellie Mae.