Sunday, December 19, 2010

Rave of the Day for December 19, 2010: 

An oldie but goodie circa 2003 from my archives. Posted especially for those of you who are still set on the idea that the holidays must be absolutely picture perfect....


Here are some early warning signs that you may be suffering from "Martha Stewart Disease."

You have an obsession with hanging swags of brightly colored fabric from curtain rods.
Your house is decorated with plaster-cast gremlins and angels.
Every shoebox and empty tin can in the house has been decoupaged with flowers cut out from old wrapping paper.
You float candles in the punch bowl at parties.
You use a gold ink pen to sign all your cards and to leave little notes around the house.
You have glass jars filled with dried rose petals everywhere.
There are pots and pots of herbs on your windowsill, and each herb is painstakingly labeled, along with a hand-drawn picture of the herb.
You've made a doormat with a sunflower design on it out of old bottle-caps.
If given the choice, you would rather spend your weekend in Canadian Tire than be taken out for a good dinner.


You polish every lettuce leaf with a clean white cloth until each one shines like a newly waxed car fender before you put it in the bowl.
You save snowballs from last winter in your fridge, in case you need them to create an ice-sculpture centrepiece.
You have tie-dyed all of your T-shirts with dyes made from vegetables grown in your garden.
You've made wind chimes out of old coconut shells.
Your hedges have all been pruned to resemble chess pieces.
Your salads consist mainly of nasturtiums and pansies.
Every chunk of cheese on your cheese tray comes with a toothpick and a little flag upon which is clearly labeled the cheese's country of origin.
Your hair looks like a bonsai tree.
You hoard cookie cutters in all sizes, shapes and colors in a kitchen drawer and nobody is allowed to touch them.
You insist on using ostrich eggs instead of regular-size eggs for the annual Easter egg hunt.
You put rouge on your children's cheeks so they'll look all fresh and rosy and apple-cheeked when company comes over.


All of the grass in your front yard is braided.
You serve entrees in an attractive real bird's nest you found in a nearby forest.
You make your own Jell-o from calves' hooves rather than buy the powdered stuff.
You decorate your cakes with pieces of ceramic, bundles of chiffon, buttons, marbles and other inedible stuff just because "it looks so pretty."
Each and every flower in the back yard is wrapped in raffia and sports a shiny red bow.
You serve wine to your guests in conch shells.
You've smeared the walls with yogurt so that over time, a natural-looking greenish mould will grow, giving your home the fashionably distressed look of an ancient Greek temple.
You dress all of your children, despite their gender, in white chiffon dresses and white straw fedoras with white satin ribbons and haven't fed them for days in case they grow into an awkward, gangly phase.
You've macrame'd yourself a computer cozy from hemp and recycled plastic.
Before you go to bed at night, you spend hours on your hobby farm putting the wool on your sheeps' bodies in hot rollers, so they will look more fluffy and glamorous than the neighbor's.
You sleep outside the house, in a tent, so that you don't spoil your perfectly made bed.


Remedy No. 1: Tie the afflicted woman in a chair and brace her head with slabs of plywood so that she is unable to move her head. Force her to look at a painting of dogs playing poker for one hour the first day, two hours the second day, three hours the third day and so on.
Remedy No. 2: A night on the town with Don Cherry and his pals.
Remedy No. 3: Buy her a one-way ticket to Bosnia, Bangladesh or any Third World country so she can appreciate the real meaning of "lifestyle."

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