She didn't want to deal with the RM1 hoard and is refusing to put anything in the porn mausoleum's front room because she can't deal with the stupid ways she has spent money. And continues to spend it. She might not be purchasing Henri Bendel bags and child-sized glass mugs that are oh-so perfect for her Christmas parties but she's still incapable of setting a realistic budget and stopping herself from comforting herself through spending.

So, now, she lives in the great big delusion that she is transitioning to minimalism and doesn't need to put furniture and that the kids love twirling in their fairy outfits in the front room. But as soon as they're down for mandatory nap time or at Don's, she's spending thousands on impulse purchases anyway (the domain name, Yeti cooler, drone and more). Nothing has changed. It's the same as with food and exercising: she lives in a constant cycle of overindulging and then doing whatever she can to suppress the shame (like SJW-ing on social media before the discovery of Mrs. Ross II, princess of Don's newly engaged heart).