There is some kind of mindless joy in ironing pillowcases and
separating the asters after they have bloomed in the fall. And canning the latest vegetables from the garden while currying your favorite mare (who is only fed organic oats from a little-known farm in Oregon). If only for that, _Martha Stewart Living_ should have been on your must-watch list this year.
However, with her recent conviction, the thrill of watching this
domestic tyrant has escalated to pluperfect ecstasy. Where else but in America can you see a jailbird create intricate [scherenschnitte][whatisthat] with a piece of parchment paper and a few well-chosen snips? Make beds that even the Princess (of “The Princess and the Pea” fame) would love to have for her own? I’ve often thought that the essence of art is in the contradiction. If this is even remotely so, then _Martha Stewart Living_ is indeed on the right track.
My joy with the program soared during a recent Thanksgiving episode in which Martha and her banker prepared a turkey for the occasion. The banker was very prickly — so prickly that Martha looked like a Mississippi deb in comparison. She measured everything exactly and, in general, showed a grand distaste for the task at hand. The turkey they fixed together came out charred to a disgusting state of black. Even Martha’s decorations of kumquats and leaves couldn’t hide the fact that the bird was a disaster.
Kind of like the career of said inmate…