People ask me about Martha.
(Reminder: My name is not actually Martha. It’s Lori. Or, Gorgeous-Sweetiepie, if you’re feeling affectionate.)
I don’t know Martha, I’ve never met her or been to a taping of a show. This is not a Martha Sanctioned Blog.
(But Martha Staffers are welcome to call me. Let’s do lunch!)
I do not have a farmhouse, or anything farmlike. I do not raise chickens, and I have exactly one rosebush.
(Despite their high-maintenance-ness, I do not think the cats actually count as livestock.)
I have a 1900 square foot, very typical suburban house. It has no architectural features, no glass block windows, no sunroom, no mudroom.
(That’s not to say that it doesn’t have plenty of mud.)
My kitchen is the size of potholder, I have enough counter space to house one toaster and a salt shaker.
(Who needs pepper?)
My home-grown efforts consist of a leggy basil and an upside down tomato plant.
(And one murdered cilantro, but the authorities haven’t been able to prove anything yet.)
I have a job, a business, three kids, two cats, a blog, a year-long fundraiser, a husband and no staff.
(Having a housekeeper come once does not a staff make. She didn’t even have a name-tag.)
So people ask me, given all that, why pursue the Martha Standard? Am I in need of more medication? Do I have an inferiority complex that needs feeding? I’m I simply a masochist?
I don’t have the necessary letters after my name to answer those questions in a way that isn’t totally made up, so we’ll go with “No,” cause it’s easier and you have other blogs to read.
Here’s my answer: everyone has something that makes them feel really good. For some people it’s a new pair of shoes, or something lovely for their hair. For some people it’s a new pot of flowers, and for some it’s the smell of a new book. New shoes are not a new wardrobe, a floral hair-clip is not a $200 cut and color. New flowers are not re-landscaping and the new book is not actually a trip to an exotic locale.
But a taste of those things is all we need.
We smile, we feel special, or just a wee bit indulged.
That’s what Martha is for me.
I do not need to have the giant farmhouse, or the five-acre garden. I do not host sit-down dinners for 20 (where would I put them?) or sew my own slippers.
But a new, delicious recipe makes me happy. A crafty project that I can make someone for Christmas make me feel talented. Photos of beautiful gardens and elegant interiors gives me ideas for the color on the wall or a way to arrange the patio.
Cooking, crafting or decorating because I’m inspired by something that Martha does gives me that same taste of a life more grand that other people get by buying new clothes. I’m not a clothes person. I’m a “Oh that’s an AWESOME vase for the fireplace!” person.
And the fact that Martha gave me the idea for a really funny blog? Cake. Icing. You do the math.