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:
We 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.
MA
