Why Marfa Stewart?

I was born and raised in west Texas. West Texas is a strange, microcosm. Desolate, isolated, five hours away from anything different or interesting. You can see to the end of the horizon with no trees or hills obstructing the view (if you can call flat, brown, sandy and mesquite-filled a view). I'll share more on West Texas in the future. I've probably said enough for the die-hard west Texans----there are two kinds, ones who can't wait to leave it and ones who can't imagine living anywhere else. Guess which category I fall into?

Back to 'why Marfa Stewart'? Marfa is a neat little town in west Texas, not where I'm from, but the name is synonymous with west Texas. You are a true blue Texan when you're from west Texas, that you can't help and you even find pride in it, for surviving it if for no other reason.

Martha Stewart is the epitome of the perfect hostess, cook, decorator, gardener and all things domestic. I can't stand her...but yet I want to be a perfect hostess, cook, decorator, gardener and domestic professional, just like her. But I always seem to miss the mark by just a smidgen--or more. (Those of you who are as old as me will hear Don Adams voice from Get Smart saying, 'missed it by this much'.) I attribute this to my west Texas origins. Martha Stewart with a west Texas twist---hence, Marfa Stewart.

This blog will be my therapy. How I deal with my short-comings, frustrations and missing the mark of picture-perfect domestic bliss. I'll be surprised if anyone but myself finds any interest in these random musings and confessions. But I am doing it for my own sanity and survival.