Christmas in the Martha Stewart universe is a little more crazed, you get the feeling. The December magazine is gorgeous and not that fun and not including any opinions at all except for Martha’s and it seems like THAT’S BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT JESUS WANTS AND IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY.
But let’s dig in, shall we?
Yeah. Sure. You collect your own kindling, Martha.
Ooh look at you waaaay ahead of schedule well you know what Martha? It took me a while to find a picture I looked good in. And then I’ve been very busy and Broadchurch Season 3 was released on Netflix and I mean that’s not going to watch itself and I’LL GET THEM OUT OKAY.
That sounds ominous. But I have been watching a lot of Criminal Minds while knitting lately.
(That sentence right there is why I’m constantly shocked that anyone wanted marry me.)
Yep. Because if anyone should be teaching about the concept of sacrificial giving, it’s Insider Trading Martha.
Oh. Wow. That is a lot of work. You know Kohl’s delivers right?
I would be super disturbed if someone gave me a leather stocking. Like, call the police disturbed.
On behalf of people everywhere, just give them regular booze. If Martha Stewart was giving me a present I would expect top-shelf Scotch and if I opened up a mason jar of hibiscus-ginger moonshine I would NOT be pleased. #sorrynotsorry.
Also in the Kathleen is ungrateful section- IF ANYONE SPENDS $150 ON AN UGLY ASS TEAPOT INSTEAD OF JUST GIVING ME A CHECK WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS.
Whoever wrote that paragraph has never met a real child. Pack them up in the wooden slider box? Ha. Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I was laughing so hard I tripped on some crap my kids left out on the floor.
Martha has so much leather lying around and it’s really bothering me.
Don’t hang a wreath like a poor person. Hang a whole plant up in there. With a bird. There you go.
Martha’s, of course, trails off all around her compound. But that’s because she’s better than you.
For whom? Who over the age of six expects the holidays to be anything other than insane and expensive?
Okay. I will call it. If you have ever seen It’s a Wonderful Life and your eyes DON’T well up every time you hear Auld Lang Syne? You are a sociopath.
Welcome! Have a cookie. Don’t eat it. Just admire how it looks like a wreath. Even though we don’t have a wreath because Martha told us they were out.
I like how the editors just slid this in here like “HELP ME PLEASE SHE’S KILLING US.”
Key symptom- You’re a jerk.
Buy one for $130 from QVC and the lights even come ON IT. I KNOW.
Spoiler alert- it will never be as good as his mom’s.
I don’t have anything to say about this except what the hell is a tenant house?
My tiramisu has a twist too. It’s the alcohol.
Don’t be surprised if you get homemade tape this year guys! (That’s a lie. Be very surprised. Someone has clearly kidnapped me. Send help.)
Maybe the person who lives in the tenant house keeps all of the candle snuffers in order. Seriously. What is even happening there.