May 26, 2012 Dear Martha,
I can’t help but wonder if I shouldn’t subscribe to Martha Stewart Living again. It’s been a challenging few weeks. Could your advice have helped? In getting ideas for the addition on our house, I did pick up your issue titled something like “Everything Organized.” How often do you dust all those open shelves or do you have a machine that just blows the dust off? Do paper airplanes ever land in the plates? Do kids ever use cups as target practice with rockets or balls? Do you ever go to serve your soup and find a dead fly in a bowl?
What a great suggestion to tear out recipes and articles from magazines and place them in plastic pocket protectors in a 3-ring binder, rather than keep the whole magazine. However, I couldn’t find my craft exacto knife to gently cut the pages out nor did I have time to run to Staples. In the end, I shoved all the magazines into a box.
The Laundry Maven lost focus over the last few weeks with packing and getting ready for all the month’s adventures. Unsure of your take on drying clothes, whether you prefer the dryer or clothesline drying. I thought your readers might benefit from this tip:
If you wash a t-ball shirt Monday, anticipating the 6 p.m. game on Wednesday, but forget to dry that particular load until 5:33 p.m. Wednesday… well, it can be done, assuming you are driving to the game. Put the shirt in the dryer on high for 10 minutes. At minute 9, get the kids in the van – make sure the t-ball player is dressed in a similar colored shirt to the team shirt (just in case). Get the shirt out of the dryer, windows down in the car, hold the shirt by the hem, and keep it inflated as you drive. You may need to give it a shake occasionally to keep it full of air. With an 8-minute drive, it will be dry enough to wear without the player feeling damp.
Pretty sure I saw your twin, or at least an avid MS Living reader, on the airport bus at 6:30 a.m. this morning. I carried my youngest onto the bus in bare feet and mismatched pajamas. While I wrestled his toes into yesterday’s socks and his shoes, the Iron Maiden’s littlest boy sat on her lap perfectly starched and bathed. His roosters were evenly dispersed over his head, unlike my little guy’s random roosters. Some day when he takes showers in the morning instead of baths at night, he too will have even roosters.
You know, I really don’t have time to read or live up to MS Living, but I think something like LM Living might give people more comfort in their realities… of living.
Sincerely,
Linda Malcolm