To: Martha Stewart
c/o Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia
11 w. 42nd Street
New York, NY 10036
Dear Ms. Stewart,
May I call you Martha? You may call me Karen. I must start this letter as many of your fan letters must. For 25 years, I’ve been a huge fan of you and your work. Your creativity and finesse have inspired me since I first saw my mother’s newly purchased copy of Entertaining in 1982. In planning my wedding last year, I purchased all of the available wedding magazines, as most brides do. But only yours was truly helpful, and I thank you and your excellent staff for that!
My husband and I are getting ready to purchase our first home, and I can’t wait to decorate it – full of Martha Stewart products and ideas, of course. Truly, a life without your Soft Grip Lemon Zester or new set of cookbooks is a life not worth living. My kitchen is where I feel most comfortable, and I look forward to finding inspiration for my next recipe.
Would it be possible to send me an autographed photo that I may put up in my kitchen? Seeing your smiling face would inspire me on those nights when I am cranky from the tolls of the day and tempted to order bad Chinese instead of cooking for my wonderful, often put-upon husband. Indeed, it would be as if you were there to ensure the heavens would smile down upon my oven, figuratively speaking.
Please keep up the excellent work, as I know you will. Your daily show is one of my favorite programs, and certainly much better than anything that oafish dimwit Donald Trump could put on. Besides, your version of The Apprentice totally kicked ass.
Your sincere fan,
Karen Garrett
Could you write some inspirational emails/letters to my wife, who hasn’t stepped foot in the kitchen since we got married?
Kthxbye.
It’s not enough that she just made a human being for you?
Meghan forwarded your blog entry to me… I so desperately wish I had kept in touch with someone I knew about 10 years ago who was actually friends with Martha Stewart. Well.. “friends.” I don’t think Martha has friends. Just people she knows and are willing to let into her arranged life.
She would tell stories of going to Martha’s Christmas party (yes, I know you’re jealous) and how they would be told what to wear. Not a suggestion mind you, but told WHAT TO WEAR.
One year all the men had to wear white (’cause that’s what you want to do going to a dinner party…) and all the women had to wear gold. Not gold accented, but the entire dress had to be gold. Shiny too, not just gold-colored cloth.
At dinner, everyone had their own waiter and when it came time for singing carols, they all had to basically “audition” and if you weren’t go enough, you were told to simply lip sync. Of course, you don’t need everyone singing when you have Pavarotti leading the carols. I hear he does a hell of a version of “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer”
If only I had kept in touch with her so I could fulfill this request for you.
let me try too, Karen. My moms business-partners-daughter, is Martha\’s stylist, and her kids are models for her line of products. since you got me Tammy Fayes autograph, its the least i can do!
Derek – I am burning with jealousy. I would give anything to be a fly on the wall of one of those parties. Do you think Martha made the cut for singing at her own party?
Becky – I love you. Truly. See if I can get an autographed homemade prison shank.
I know this is not the best place for it – but Erik can you email me? I don’t have a current email and have a question for you. Thanks!
Right on. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you. and thanks for the “human being” comment!