But still I went to see her and some of her worker bees talk at RISD tonight. I guess she likes to hire RISD people (and she gives 2 scholarships a year or something like that, which is actually pretty cool), and visits here once a year. I wasn't going to go, but decided to when I found out that all of my friends were going (apparently I would jump off a cliff if all of them did), and well, according to one of them, "It's Martha!".
It was fine. She and the RISD grads that work for her talked about building a design vocabulary. Interesting enough.
And she collects dead fish. It's a good thing.
*Besides finding that I'm not crafty, I think it also had something to do with me failing miserably at making one of her cakes. Although to be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault that I couldn't find cognac in the spice aisle. That was just my naive stupidity. Still. Stupid recipe.
**I'm so not going to get the Martha Stewart scholarship. And no, I don't think Martha reads my blog.***
***And my apologies to any Martha fans. I joke because I care.
