Such an existential page, don’t you think?
About…about…it just invites you to ponder the big picture, to ask the big questions.
And in response to this, I’m going to talk about scrubbing toilets.
I’m a working mom. A working wife. A working friend. A working…well…I work.
And like most working women, I also want a beautiful, clean, elegantly decorated home with candles that will light themselves as I walk through the foyer, kids that are scrubbed clean and wearing immaculately pressed clothing, pets that are well-behaved and cuddle without shedding. I want to serve gourmet meals prepared in a kitchen that is the envy of the biggest geek-chef on the Food Network. (No offense, Alton, love ya’, baby.) I want a garden that bursts with fresh flowers in every hue, offers me choice fruits and fresh herbs, and never sees the blight of a pest or drooping petal.
Sadly, I am not delusional nor do I take the necessary hallucinogenics to experience this dream state.
Instead, I procrastinate many of the things I should do, work like crazy to squeeze in the things I must do, occasionally find the time/energy/cat-hair-free space to do the things I want to do that satisfy my inner house-proud Domestic Diva who in reality pats herself on the back for finding matching shoes.
And lest people think I mock, I love Martha. Her aesthetic is different than mine, but if I lived in a converted farmhouse in Maine, I’d probably go for the classic country motif myself. The woman has taste – there is not a bandana-wearing ceramic goose within a hundred miles of her. My feeling about Martha is that this is a woman who turned home-cooked, hand-made, quality ingredients, fine food and gracious entertaining into an empire, and my God that’s brilliant!
I, on the other hand, am trying to figure out how to launch a home-based business without breaking any county, state or federal laws or having my house condemned.
And I am doing it with the love of my family, the support of my friends, the yowling of my cats, while trying to keep my home in a way that makes me comfortable, where my kids can (semi-reliably) find food, where I am happy to host my friends, and where my amazing husband and I can collapse on a couch at the end of the day with a glass of wine.
So this blog is mostly about me being able to share my two biggest creative loves – writing and futzing around with my home – so I have an outlet for both while the rest of the world gets what it needs from me. I hope it is funny, I hope it speaks to the exhausted, never-feels-like-she-does-enough, modern-day-identity-crisis, wants-perfection-but-is-almost-too-tired-to -care Martha Stewart in all of us.
And in pursuit of these goals are the Martha Points.