My favourite Marthians
May 30, 2009
It’s like some kind of schlock horror movie – shallow, nauseating, but so thrillingly ghastly you can’t help peeking through your fingers at it.
I’m referring, of course, to the The Martha Blog – up close & personal with the jail bird herself, Martha Stewart.
Check out “A dinner party at my house” especially for the simple, elegant table setting. Hooboy – gotta love those thirteen centrepieces and you just can never get enough ceramic birds and miniature tin buckets of Irish moss on a dining table in my opinion.
And then there’s “Betsy, my stable manager” described almost as lovingly as “my adorable French bulldogs, Francesca and Sharkey!”
And the motherlode of comments from fans, like the one complimenting Martha on wearing J. Crew “just like our First Lady”, followed by another, creepier Marthian who appears to visit daily and feels the need to make it clear to the rest of us who the real FLOTUS is: “Martha you were wearing J. Crew long before M.O.”
Anyway. I soooo could go on, but it’s really candy-from-a-baby territory so best just to get along and spend a superlative few hours there yourself. You won’t regret it.
How to shuck an oyster 
OMG. Sorry, I can’t leave this alone. One view just leads to a better one, then a better … here is a picture of Richard Gere’s yoga retreat’s pantry with its ‘heirloom polenta’.
I am NEVER leaving this site.
Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!….. . .. .. . ….
You know you want it.
Step away from the strange pantry, Charlotte, gently does it…
I’m so frightened of what I’ll find that I can’t even bring myself to click on these links.
I say again, You know you want it ….
You’re scaring me now.