meisa's lagoon

because i worry about everything, i was recently worried that my martha stewart living magazine was either lost in the mail, or my subscription was randomly cancelled. but before my world shattered around me, the magazine arrived safely in my mailbox yesterday. hallelujah!
in preparation for my reading, i set the stage...turned down the lights, got into my pajamas, and cozied under the covers with visions of decoupage and homemade fruit compote. i carefully flipped open the precious pages of my martha and saw the worst. yes, ladies and gentlemen, it wasn't martha in bed with me last nite, it was..."the editors of martha stewart living". instead of the beloved letter from martha was a letter from the editor. she talked about martha lovingly and about how she would have to take time off for her legal matters, but she said that martha's spirit would live on and continue to breathe through the pages of the magazine. although martha wasn't there, she was confident that she would approve of all the changes. WHAT?!?!?! CHANGES?!?!?! there need not be changes. martha was perfect. as a small example, the section titles at the top of each page were now in black instead of light grey. black is just too in your face. the light grey is soothing and speaks to you the way martha's voice would. on top of the little changes, the magazine just sucked. martha would so not approve. i certainly hope they don't deliver magazines to cell block D. i think she would have a heart attack. of course, being martha, she would make it look like having a heart attack was the easiest thing in the world, and maybe you could squeeze it in between your yearly checking of winter clothes for moth holes and creating your very own straw and laurel wreath.