First they visit Caroline (who is fast becoming my favorite RH of all time):
“We’re definitely the poor people out here,” she said of her leafy Franklin Lakes neighborhood, an assertion that belied the message of her ornate gilded and faux-painted interiors. “We had no landscaping for seven years. The pool isn’t gunite. I’m not spending that kind of money. Is there a liner, can you swim? So who’s stupid, you or me? I don’t look to impress.” Al added, “People can take us or leave us.”
We moved on to a red-wallpapered bathroom with a fully gilded door, many gold knickknacks and a painting of a monkey in an Old Master setting and a gilded frame. “That monkey looks just like my grandmother,” Caroline said. “It always cracks me up.”
Speaking of fighting, it was time to see the next housewife, Danielle, who lives five minutes away in Wayne.“Good luck with that one,” Caroline said darkly. “Have fun!”
She opened the door, festively clad in a tropical green tunic and form-fitting designer jeans (she has 401 pairs, she said), and attended by a duet of small dogs barking hysterically.
“Fendi, Fendi, shut up,” she yelled at the worst offender. (There were two tiny Chihuahuas in pink T-shirts: palm-size Fendi and Birkin-bag-size Paradise.) “Did she make poopie? That dog is more work.”
The reporter complained that she’d had to explain phone sex to her 12-year-old daughter after watching the show’s first episode (in which Danielle endeavors to meet in person a man with whom she has been telephoning for six months).
“Did you tell her it was the only safe sex there is?” Danielle responded.
The give us two slide shows with audio commentary! One is of Danielle Staub's home. The other is of Caroline Manzo's home.
Nice huh? Well, I've got another juicy post about Danielle coming a little later today. It was hard for me to decide which to post first but I figured I'd start off the "nice one".