I have this odd fascination with Martha Stewart. I don’t even
remember how I came to know of her but I’m sure it was due to one of her
Christmas specials or something. I remember scenes of her walking in
and out of rooms in her house and felt a special kindred spirit toward her
when she announced to the TV public she was about to unveil her special "privy"
room to all of us happy house viewers. This made me feel tingly.
But you have to admit she does have a nice house, especially due to the fact that she
was blessed with the gift of decorating.
GOD: Martha... there are many people out there. Many confused people who need your guideness. Will you guide them?MARTHA: Oh yes yes yes!! Blessed me for my name ain’t Martha Stewart!
So you see, we need not fret for there will always be Martha and her TV
specials and her Martha Stewart Living magazine and Martha Stewart line at
K-mart. (mom bought matching comforters and pillow sheets. smivvvy)
But the line doesn’t stop there. There is also a part of me that truely
despises her and especially that god-awful commercial. You know the one where
she oversleeps in this white fluffy bed and makes this whole elaborate scene of
getting ready in order to deliver her new K-mart line on time. Sheeesshhh!
Talk about overly dramatic acting. Stick with the fabric sister.
Her specials can be ridiculous at times. Spending 10 hours concocting a
beautiful butter-creamed gingerbread house; making placemats with fresh
cut daisies and meriphidies (only found on the isolated eastern region of Buddla).
I must tell you thought, Martha ain’t all that.
Nah. She’s all that and a bag of Cheesy Doritos.
Sigh.
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