Not Getting the Whole Big Apple

Andy's "Monumental Meltdown"

Jenni Battles Lewd Snowmen

Jenni: "Crab Meat is Flying!"

Zoila was Kidnapped by "Inappropriate Aliens"

Gage and the Gramercy Drama

Jenni: Alianna is a Miracle

Jenni Talks Mini Cat Doors, Giant Paint Cans

Jeff's In-House Telenovela

Mammary Madness at Jeff Lewis Design

Jenni Talks Rough Nipples and Roller-Skating

Jeff Lewis Reflects on Monkey

Jeff and the L Word

"I Did Not Lie to Jeff."

Gage Doesn't Trust Andrew

Gage and Zoila's Endless Teasing

Jenni: Dreams Do Come True

Zoila's Tear-Filled Therapy Session

Jeff's New Boyfriend

Twist! Jeff Forgives Andrew - Ep 5

Jeff's Cockpit and Andy's Lying

Inspector Jeffrey

Andy, Andy, Andy

There is a Time and a Place

Workplace Etiquette

Jeff Lewis, Wedding Planner

Who's the Bitch?

My Wedding Heaven Meets Jeff's Cash Calculations

The Vagina Monologues

Get Your Kicks on Route Season 6


Grammercy Gardens

Rapping Up Season 5

Truck Gas

Jeff Wants to be a Paint Star

Hey, You Never Know...

Queen of the House

We Talk to the Animals

Hanky Panky and Stinky Pink

Lupe, Lupe, Lupe!

An English Cottage on Acid

Not Getting the Whole Big Apple

Jenni thinks Chaz wanted a VIP to design his VIP space in New York.

Zoila is "Lupe, Lupe, Lupe" over it.

Then over candy and wallpaper we discovered we would not be the only designer on the new east coast hair studio.

I know Jeff was disappointed when Chaz informed us that we would not be designing the entire N.Y. salon. 

My thought: He wants a VIP to design a VIP space. Size does not matter, performance does. 

The voice of reason, Jeff, finally put a stop to Stacey's "performance art," and to my relief, I would no longer be cast as "Heather"... 

I finally snapped and gave Stacey a style tip and some advice: Client/employee boundaries are a delicate dance that she has not yet mastered. 

Her too much information was a gold medal in the crossing the line Olympics.  

We have all been boundary challenged at Jeff Lewis' office. Two expensive personal therapists have helped me realize that. 

Deb found cattle calling what looked like working girls...appropriate to blow off a little of our job-loss steam. Oh, Deb! Sorry, Mom! Back to the therapist!

Next week another one bites the dust... 

Design not malign.

I want it to be a beautiful day at Jeff Lewis' office!