Martha's blog is going to keep me in material for some time to come.
Actually, it isn't Martha writing, of course. It's her sister and executive assistant "capturing her voice". This is a bit like finding out that the Santa at the mall is really the unemployed fat guy who lives two streets over, but I get it - Martha, like the real Santa, has bigger things to do.
She has ferns to re-plant and boxwoods to cover before the first big snow and she has holiday centerpieces to construct out of figs, candy canes and bits of leftover holiday ribbon. She has to inspire me to mop my floors more often.
I've been perusing her site. Here are some thoughts that popped into my head:
This is a picture of "doorman gifts" that Martha's daughter, Alexis, is giving out.
Note to Alexis: Your doormen want CASH, not toffee.
This is Martha's cellar...Notice the floors.
Now, look at all the long-haired cats lounging on WHITE towels.
Nary a hairball or stray piece of fur.
It's like she lives on some kind of clean planet where dust and grime don't exist.
I give this system 15 minutes before Lucy has unrolled all of the spools of ribbon and yarn and trailed them through the house.
Paw Paw thinks Mama Martha has a leeetle too much time on her hands.
but sword-like candle sticks that could be used to impale her sister.
It's a veritable playground inside Martha's house.