Okay... a bit melodramatic. More like, sucked the lifeblood from the cheerful Christmas spirit that was pervading the Schweitzer household.
I think that Martha Stewart does for my self-esteem what fashion magazines do for women who end up with eating disorders. I can handle Kate Moss. I have no aspirations to glamour. A crafty, clever, homemade Christmas, however...that seems right up my alley. And yet, I can't attain it. Martha doesn't want me to. She only includes incomplete and inaccurate directions so that if you trust her for direction, you'll end up with a project that looks like it came out of 9th grade home ec at best.
Or, at worst -- you'll end up with slivers of red and white soap strewn across your kitchen counter after a "daddy and me" craft your husband and daughter attempted led to frustration, which would have been foretold had I read the myriad of comments on the website that predicted doom for this particular project. But, silly me, I purchased the print magazine, so I didn't know that we had selected an especial dud of a craft.
At least Jon feels better now after ranting on the comment page at marthastewart.com. I'm not sure how long she'll leave his remarks up. They're not good for the image.
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