It's been nearly 6 years since Mariah Carey put on some heels, jumped on the Stairmaster, and invited the world (and MTV Cribs) into her New York apartment. We've all been coughing up pink and gold ever since.
Evidently unaware of the dangers, Glamour magazine recently sent a reporter to Carey's home in search of (no joke) decorating tips, aka advice on "How To Live Like A Diva!" The lessons that Glamour learned from their peek into Mariah Carey's Pepto-Bismol-hued heart of darkness ("Have a signature color." "Put mementos everywhere." "Don't wait to get married to get the monogrammed glasses!") don't really tell the whole story, however. Fortunately, though, the photos do.
Basically, Mariah Carey is starting to resemble a modern-day Howard Hughes–except instead of hoarding fingernail clippings and developing a debilitating fear of germs, Carey has decided to surround herself with cutesy stuffed animals, and evidently develop a fear of touching anything that isn't pink, white, gold, or coveted by 10-year-olds.
Here she is in one of her bathrooms:
Cluttered with gilt-framed photos, Hello Kittys, and mountains of pink throw pillows, her house looks like the set for the last scenes of a tween re-make of Citizen Kane, with Mariah "Mimi" Carey whispering "Sanrio" instead of "Rosebud" on her deathbed.