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As my blogging time comes to an end, I'm going to tell you a secret: I love Martha Stewart Living. June just came, and I put aside my New York Review of Books without a moment's hesitation. "Hebrew Poetry from Muslim and Christian Spain" is just going to have to wait while I read the stuffed tomato article. Dinner guests next week will have the strawberry shortcake, if I can only find the star shaped cutouts and then have them delivered in time so the fruit peeks out the top in a patriotic design. I have the great big mixing machine that probably could make cement if necessary.
At least I don't do the craft projects. Making your own lacy luminario bags I think is this month's temptation for the hard core Marthas. Although the feature on the center pieces had me going for a bit. I do love to set the table. It's like making a collage.
Surprised? If you are, it just means you've been drinking the Kool Aid the right so liberally, pun intended, dished out about feminism all these years. Mother and stepmother of three, happily married for almost twenty years, and even my ex-husband remarried to a feminist, I used to love to read the stay at home mommybloggers' speculations on my wizened, sexless, childless life, until the word leaked out.















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