Cast Blog: #MDD

On an Eye Roll

An 'I Love Mary' Episode

Mary McDonald on Jewels

A Bravo Special in the Making

Jeffrey Looks Back on Season Two

Martyn Wraps Up the Season

Martyn on the Perfect Pub

Lindsay Lohan is a Dream Client

2013: The Year of JAM's Collaborations

Lindsay Lohan on 'Million Dollar Decorators'

Outfits Make the Episode

Exuding the Elegance of the Era

Publication vs. Posterity

This Old (Huge Mansion) House

Single and Awkwardly Embracing It

Stacey Dash Is Fabulous

Grey Days

Martyn and Stacey Dash Get Creative

Mary, Monika, and No Sense of Humor

The Joy of Collaboration

Pillow Fights and Granny Chairs For Ross

Martyn and Michael

Martyn's Not My Frenemy

Jeffrey Alan Marks: Master Chef

Kathryn Does Dallas

Martyn, Mary, and India Inspiration

Speaking Kathryn's Language

Dropping Jeffrey's Type-A Personality

As the Botox Brow Strains

Kathryn Swears (and She's Sorry)

Chewbacca Versus Monty

Tamara Mellon's Sex Pit

JAM's Favorite Projects

Only Good Clients

Just Say No

In a Blink

Live, Love, and Decorate

The End of the Road

Making Frankenstein

A Little R&R

North South Carolina

On an Eye Roll

Mary comments on her and Martyn's One Kings Lane disagreement and on the impending end of the world.

I have to really laugh watching Martyn and I scuffle and miscommunicate in our design meetings before our India trip. There is nothing like watching the witness of camera to see how many times you unknowingly roll your eyes! Even I am hooked a little in the drama and want to see what happens and I was actually there!

Wow has anyone seen me roll my eyes so much? It did not feel like I was doing that at the time, but I guess since those eyes are attached to my head they must be mine. Martyn and I had a different idea of preliminary design meeting, and apparently it becomes very clear as the camera seems to witness. I feel like we might have a Team McDonald and Team Bullard brewing amongst our viewers a la Aniston/Jolie after watching it. No worries by me, in the end though as Martyn and I are both fun loving willing to play types who seem to always get it smoothed out in the end. I can hardly even wait for next week, since I cannot remember how much we have it out on camera or not! In the end we are both professionals and do what it takes for the sake of our product. Boring but true. No Real Housewife catfights here. . .at least not that I can remember -- but I also never remembered that eye rolling.

On a much more important vanity note, I think I lost some of the fashion sausage look and maybe even some weight on this episode. Thank god. Chewbacca is in the back seat. Under control it seems, but as some of you viewers can see. . .yes it was still cold. So I had my Fab Stella McCartney coat on. Even in LA the weather has been so unpredictable, and, since the end of the world is nearing, even colder -- at least that what the Mayans harp on about (or maybe they just didn't have any more room to write on the rock so the world had to end).

OK Jacqueline might need to move over and I might need her job. Drinking in bed and served on a tray by her boss? Move over Jacqueline. That is all I have to say about that.

I also have to comment that at the tail end of the nerve racking install of Kathryn's when the drawer front fell off, I had to fall on the floor laughing. No one realizes how many odd little things like that happen to all of us -- things that we usually find a way to keep under the radar until a stealth repair after install. But poor Kathryn just got it right out in front with a bang on the floor. Some version has happened to everyone. . .but it still makes me howl with laughter and the ironies in life.

As for our Jeffrey and Ross I frankly love the Amber Valletta pink grasscloth and love how the model boys made it casual. Not too bright for me. I love it. Not sure about a guy liking it but seems like Amber's husband is stuck and has to just say yes dear to this one. BTW I can never get husbands to go for pink and I try it like a dog with a bone. . .NEVER. Bravo boys, no pun intended.