Why I Appreciate Martha
Saturday, Mar. 13, 2004, 10:15 p.m.
QUESTION: How many piles of laundry do you have?
WHAT I LEARNED: Martha's still got something.
I am uplifted this week as well as downtrodden. First, I find solace in the fact that Martha Stewart, a woman who of yore could devise a fabulous dinner for 20 with only an hour's notice, set a table using original seasonal accents at the drop of a hat, decorate every room in her house and yours in a trice, and run a corporate empire with one velvet-gloved iron fist tied behind her back, could make so many mistakes in her personal, financial, and business life. I am thankful for Martha for making me feel a little bit better about my many personal failings in life. The overdue bill, the unmade bed, the laundry pile, the diet slip ups, the interminably delayed redecoration of the family room, the Let It Snow flag hanging in the front of the house when the March thermostat unexpectedly hits the 70s, the email I forgot to send, the DVD that goes back to Blockbuster 2 days overdue that we wind up renting again because we never go to see the end of it � these, all these, pale in comparison.
I am grateful for others too, who are kind enough � or require commiseration enough � to share their tales of woe with me. Like the friend who admits that he has had to buy at least 50 pairs of skivvies in the last 6 months because they are absorbed in the family�s large piles of laundry never to be seen again. I don�t know what I like better about this story � the stacks of laundry in little mounds and high rise stacks throughout the house � or the 50 pairs of underwear requiring purchase.
I guess it depends on the undies.