As Martha As It Gets

Anyone who knows me knows I adore Martha Stewart, but I do not emulate her. I am to Martha Stewart as rocks are to lemon meringue pie.

Nevertheless, I do have my little moments. There was my cat-proof yarn holder, for example. There was my hand-made miniature pickle ornament for my tiny little tree. And now I give you this:

MarthaStewartMAWe have these louvered closet doors in the front room, right? So, when we get a Christmas card, I slip the back of the card through a slat to display it. To display the card, I mean, not the slat.

You’re welcome.

It’s Tuesday, so I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a cookbook I enjoy and the dish I made from it. I MEAN I FOLLOWED A RECIPE IN IT TO MAKE SOME FOOD, NOT THAT I USED THE COOKBOOK AS A PLATE! Stop being so silly!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Describe a door in your house. Describe it as if there were something wonderful behind it. Describe it as if there were something dreadful behind it.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “As Martha As It Gets

  1. Julia

    December 18, 2012 at 9:31am

    You Christmas cards are really good.
    Thanks for the post.

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