Dear Martha,
You don't know me. I really don't know you. I'm not your number 1 fan or anything; I'm not crazy and trying to stalk you - I just want to be you. Ever since I first heard of you (long before the orange jumpsuit or Snoop Dogg being on your TV show), I have been somewhat intrigued. You're kind of like a mythical creature to me - like a cross between Santa and a unicorn. I want to think you're real, but how can someone so perfect be so real?
Don't get me wrong, real or not, I believe in you. When I'm cleaning, when I'm dicing an onion, when I'm hanging a picture, I imagine you are there, guiding my hands and showing me how to perfectly do it. You see, I'm a klutz, Martha. While you might hang a thousand pictures straight and in some magnificent grouping, I will end up with a thousand and one holes and only one picture hung slightly off-centered.
I need you, Martha. You give me some weird hope that I can be domestic. You make me believe in myself. I buy your books; I see your perfectly decorated home, and I think, 'I can do that, too!' So, Martha, in your honor, I'm starting this blog for you. Every craft I make, every step I take, I'll be watching you. No, I'm totally kidding, but you're the driving force behind my DIY. You're the inspiration to help me accomplish what Pinterest makes me want to achieve. With you, maybe I can bake a perfect batch of ginger snaps. Help me, Martha. God knows I need it.
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