The story of my holiday decorating is if Ralph Lauren was trapped in a 1950s Woolworth, this is what it would look like. — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
Never, ever ask a former clergyman to say the blessing over a holiday dinner. Not if you like your dinner warm, anyway. — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“I can’t wrangle bees. I’m terrified of stinging insects. Literally. I break out in hives.” “Hives! That’s adorbs, right?” — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“I went to college at Florida State, which is where I got my interior design degree, and after college, I moved down to Miami.… — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a… — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
As soon as I started reading, I found myself drawn to fictional character's homes as much as I was to the characters themselves. — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“She’s got the face of an angel and the soul of a pit bull–piranha hybrid.” — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“Don’t never depend on somebody else to take care of you, sugar. Trust in the Lord, and then you just take care of yourself,… — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“Whole new level of bullshit, more like,” CeeJay said. “What a waste of a penis that guy is.” — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
I guess because I'm a washed-up journalist, I always do a lot of research. — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“Losing a parent, I guess it makes you realize none of us is gonna be immortal.” — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
“The pay was crap. My boss was an idiot. And the final straw was that she wanted me to demonstrate a colon cleanse. On… — Mary Kay Andrews Copy Share Image
