#vintage martha stewart

[mudwerks]

(via Green Fuz - The Cramps (1981)

#youtube #Green Fuz #The Cramps #music #vintage martha stewart #october 31 1981

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Martha Stewart Halloween (2000’s) 🎃

#2003 #Halloween #martha stewart #00s #2000s #00s halloween #2000s Halloween #vintage halloween #October 31 #October #halloween decorations #halloween diy #y2k #2000s nostalgia #2000s kids #2000s style #y2k nostalgia #y2k aesthetic #y2k style #2000s kid #y2k halloween #y2kcore #00s kid #00’s #00score #00s core #2000 #00s aesthetic

[pretty-little-fools]

#martha stewart #martha stewart living #90's #television #easter #cake #vintage #mid 90's #1995

[lupismaris]

I knew that staying at my uncle's house ran the risk of my grandmother (whom i haven't connected with in almost a decade due to her being fairly conservative and religious but did see at my grandfather's funeral recently and reintroduced myself as Jamie to positive outcomes the gender thing is never gonna be a conversation tho I'll tell you what ) dropping in unannounced but i had expected her to call or something but NO NO SHE JUST VERY MUCH DROPPED IN UNANNOUNCED AFTER A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT WITH COOKIES AND A DINNER INVITATION AND SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME ITS A GOOD THING IM PROPER RN

I did however work up the nerve to ask her for some of my grandfather's old clothes when she and her daughters go through it this Wednesday so thats a win for masc fashion

#ive also agreed to dinner at a beach side Mexican place on Thursday with her and her two daughters one of whom scares me #and one of whom is a young Martha Stewart whom i love a lot shes great so #fingers crossed she saves some good stuff for me i told her i like menswear now that ive had surgery in like a vintage way #and she seemed to get excited and understand it somewhat or at least appreciate that his clothes would be well loved #so fingers crossed!!

[lleweddings]

We have been quoted on Martha Stewart Weddings!!

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#Cake Decorating #Cake styles #Lambeth Piping #Martha Stewart Weddings #Vintage style cakes #Wedding Cake Trends #wedding cakes

[thereisomethingaboutlilac]

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#vintage wedding dress #martha stewart

[raintreegatherings]

This is one of Martha Stewart’s early cook books. It has beautiful pictures, has never been used , and is in excellent condition.

Click on ETSY.ME above for more info or to order❣️

#vintage books #cookbook #vintagecookbook #martha stewart #recipes #quick recipe #etsyshop #etsyfreeshipping #etsyvintage

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

conrad thanksgiving fic please!!

This has been in my drafts for a long time...sorry. I might delete later, I don't really like it. It's not giving what I wanted it to...

Request: You’ve done Conrad dating a Haley James type of character, what about a Blair Waldorf type character? Old money, fiercely strong, rich, and outspoken. She and Belly would NOT get along, at all. He takes her to Thanksgiving dinner and Susannah is still there and she loves her

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Thanksgiving had always been a massive celebration in your family. Every year, your parents would go all out and host a dinner with their closest friends and their families. Your mother would direct the caterer team and make sure everything was perfect before the guests’ arrival. At the end the meal by having a slice of your father’s infamous pumpkin pie — which was your personal favorite part. 

This year, Thanksgiving was going to be different. Your father was in Paris for business and your mother somewhere in Europe, expanding her collection of vintage designer handbags. Had you not been in college, you would have happily joined her.

‘’Why don’t you come with me to Boston?’’ Conrad asked as you watched him pack a bag for the weekend.  ‘’My mom keeps asking me when she’ll get to meet you.’’ 

The thought of spending Thanksgiving alone had been looming over you, and Conrad's invitation was like a ray of light. 

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. ‘’You told your mother about me?’’

‘’Not really,’’ Conrad explained, picking another sweater and adding it into his bag. ‘’She heard your voice when she called the other day and Jeremiah told her all about you. He’s such a big mouth...’’ He shook his head, wishing his brother could hold his tongue sometimes. 

Susannah was ecstatic to have another guest for dinner. It was on very short notice and most of the preparations were already done when Conrad informed her of your addition to the table, but she would never pass up an opportunity to meet her Connie’s new girlfriend.  

When you and Conrad walked in, Susannah was all over you, complimenting your dress and how gorgeous you looked. You were quick to return her compliments, pointing out how her eyes looked exactly like Conrad's.

You met the other guests — Conrad’s father and brother, then Laurel and her kids —, and all were surprised by who Conrad had brought home. No one ever expected him to date someone born of old money. He’s dated Nicole, but she was nowhere as rich as your family. 

‘’Look at this amazing table,’’ Susannah said as she brought in the turkey, looking very proud of herself. ‘’Martha Stewart can kiss my ass!’’

Your eyes went wide for a short second, not expecting such words from her. She looked so sweet and delicate. 

Conrad shook his head at his mother, happy to see her being herself again. 

Everyone got seated, then Susannah spoke again. ‘’Before we eat, let’s go around the table and say one thing that we’re thankful for. Jere Bear, you can start.’’  

You lifted your eyes at Jeremiah across the table, who looked nothing like his brother. If you hadn’t known, you would never have guessed they were related. 

‘’I’m thankful for my mom,’’ the younger Fisher began, ‘’who reconsidered trying this new treatment for us. I don’t know what I would do without you, Mom.’’ He glanced at his mother, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. 

Susannah squeezed his hand over the table while everyone was trying to not get emotional. 

Conrad had told you about his mother’s breast cancer having come back in the spring. He tried to hide her sickness from you, but when you found him crying in his dorm on a Saturday afternoon, you knew something wasn’t okay. It was a tough subject for the entire family — especially since it was the second time she was going through this. For that, Susannah didn’t like to talk about cancer. She didn’t want her whole life to revolve around it just because a nasty tumor had returned in her body. She wanted to live her life the way it’s always been…and take a few more sitting breaks when needed.

In turn, the other guests said what they were thankful for. It went from Steven getting a car for his birthday to Belly becoming captain of her school’s volley-ball team and Laurel being a typical mom and being thankful for her children. 

‘’Connie, it’s your turn,’’ Susannah said, motioning to her eldest son.

Conrad nodded at his mom, then cleared his throat. ‘’Jeremiah took the words out of my mouth, so I’ll say something else I’m equally thankful for.’’ His lips tugged up into a little half smile and he reached over the table to take your hand in his. ‘’I’m thankful for meeting my amazing girlfriend, who came into my life at the most unexpected, yet perfect moment.’’ 

You smiled back at Conrad, giving his fingers a little squeeze. 

Seated before you, Belly snickered lightly. ‘’Can we eat now? Mom didn't want us to get snacks on the way here and I’m starving.’’ 

Laurel gave her daughter a pointed glare, wishing she would behave. 

Although the pumpkin pie didn’t come close to your father’s recipe, you made sure to tell Susannah it reminded you of home. 

‘’I hope your parents are not too sad that you came to Boston instead,’’ Susannah said, incapable of imagining spending Thanksgiving without her family — especially her boys. 

‘’Not at all, Mrs. Fisher,’’ you politely replied. ‘’My parents were both out of the country this Thanksgiving. Business related travel.’’

Susannah raised an eyebrow. ‘’Oh? What is it that they do?’’ 

You didn’t mean to brag, but she had asked. ‘’My mother is a fashion designer and my father is a lawyer at my grandfather’s firm.’’ 

You caught Belly rolling her eyes and muttering something. You didn’t care what she thought of you, you were the one who got to share Conrad’s bed at the end of the day. Ignoring her childish reactions, you continued talking to Susannah about your parents. She was very interested in your mother’s designs.

When dinner was officially over, you all vacated the table. Jeremiah and Steven went to the living room to set up a game for the five of you to play — another family tradition. You had never played cards against humanity before, but you’ll give it a try. 

Before you reached the living room, Conrad pulled you in a corner near the stairs, wanting some time alone with you. 

‘’Belly despises me,’’ you pointed to him, keeping your voice down so no one would hear.

Conrad rolled his eyes as he curled an arm around you, knowing how you had the tendency to exaggerate things. ‘’She does not. She’s just…having difficulty accepting that I moved on.’’

You made a face at him. ‘’Don’t you defend her. Have you seen all the sour looks she gave me during dinner? Your eyes might be the most beautiful shade of blue, my love, but I believe they are in need of a visual acuity test. You should schedule one when we get back to Palo Alto.’’ 

Conrad chuckled, amused by your theatrics. 

‘’Belly is going to be tougher to win with your charm. Like every ex-girlfriend, she’s gonna try to paint you as a mean girl, so you just have to show her that you’re the opposite. Compliment her. Tell her you like her sweater.’’

‘’But it looks itchy. It’s probably polyester.’’ 

The corner of Conrad’s lips turned into a smile.

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I think Meghan’s frustrated because her level has some pretty popular people already. It’s crowded. To be honest I think the Gaines have a large % followed by a few other target brands. She’d rather be a target brand not a tjmaxx because tjmaxx buys left over inventory that doesn’t sell. Target is still affordable and I think those in her circle are far more willingly to say they go to target than Walmart to tjmaxx. That’s what bothers her.

I also don’t think she was prepared to launch when she did. It was a quick rash reaction that felt more like turning lover an “I’m open for business sign” than anything else. Her ego got the best of her .

Yep, that's the other pitfall of being so focused on immediate gratification: you have beer goggles on. You don't see your competitors for who they really are - you only see what they have that you don't or their flaws that you think you can do better.

If Meghan really cared about Roop, she'd have paid attention to the market research that her partners (and yes, she has partners, even if no one will admit it) and WME did. That market research would have told her exactly who her competitors are, that she has one shot to get this right, and precisely what shot to take and when to take it.

And let's be honest. Her competitors aren't Gwyneth Paltrow (Goop), Reese Witherspoon (Kohls), and Martha Stewart (Macys, Penneys, and Amazon). They aren't even the Gaines/Magnolia (Target), Pioneer Woman (Walmart), and Rae Dunn (TJ Maxx/HomeGoods).

Her competitors are all the other socialites out there launching their own wellness and lifestyle brands. Bravolebrities. Tiktokers. Instagram influencers. People who have such a niche fanbase from 5 minutes in the spotlight with print-on-demand merch. In effect, personality-driven brands that lack substance.

And those brands don't usually do well, because they always overshoot their market and target the wrong audience. There's nothing wrong with being a TJX brand or a department store brand or a "Middle America" brand. Plenty of people have made really good fortunes and livings from it, but only because they were realistic and clear about their expectations and knew it would take time to get the empire they wanted.

And since anon mentioned The Gaines, I have a feeling that's who Meghan intends to come after. They're in Texas (where the Sussexes have been spending time). Tall, leggy, thick-bouncy-dark brown/black hair-for-days, biracial homemaker guru wife with a doofus goofy ginger husband. Their brand (Magnolia Home) is a kind of rustic, vintage, comfort memory that ARO/Roop's video mimicked. They've got that kind of ordinary everyday Americanness that (kind of) competes with William and Kate's kind of ordinary everyday Britishness that Meghan couldn't break.

But here's the thing about Chip and Joanna. They didn't just pop up out of nowhere. I know it feels like they did, but they didn't. They put 10 years of blood and sweat equity into the Waco (Texas) home construction and design world before HGTV even knew that they existed. What has Meghan done that's even comparable? Sure, she got her own doofus ginger but that's it. That's where the comparisons end. And honestly there's no comparison between Chip and Harry either, because Chip comes out ahead by a million points by just being able to replace his own burnt-out lightbulb.

#ask #brf #sussexes #theories

[tiffanyxvalentine]

Character Info Sheet

name: Tiffany

name meaning: "Tiffany is a girl's name of Greek origin. An anglicized version of Theophania or Theophanes, it means "revelation of God," "manifestation of God," or "divine manifestation."

alias(es)/nicknames: Tiff

ethnicity: Chinese/Native American

one picture you like best of your character:

three h/cs you've never told anyone: The pontiac was her mother's car, in which she and Charles made their mark with the disposal of her body.

Tiffany's older sister was an abusive bully, who was subconsequently abused by one of their two stepfather's.

Tiffany killed her stepfather by accident.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Divulging in the creation of macabre artworks

Browsing antique stores for vintage dolls and occult books

Practising the dark arts

eight people your character likes / loves:

Charles Lee Ray (c'mon) Martha Stewart Marilyn Monroe Joan Jett Debbie Harry Bette Davis Elsa Lanchester Bela Lugosi

two things your character regrets:

Not killing her sister sooner

Losing her original body

two phobias your character has:

She doesn't scare easily enough to have any phobia's

tagged by: @wrongarmofthelaw

tagging: everyone who reads this

#Tiffany Valentine #meme #hc's #𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈

[mudwerks]

(via The Little House I Used To Live In - Frank Zappa · The Mothers Of Invention (1969)

#youtube #The Little House I Used To Live In #Frank Zappa #The Mothers Of Invention #music #vintage martha stewart #1969 #Burnt Weeny Sandwich

[vintagehomecollection]

Martha Stewart Living: Holidays, 1993

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #80s #interior design #home decor #fireplace #mantel #sculpture #stone bust #ivy #ornaments #Christmas #decoration #classical #traditional #style #Martha Stewart #home

[thewolfruns]

dottie novak was a survivor. it was a mantel she’d never imagined herself taking. reincarnation of grace kelly? she’d love to be. instagram’s answer to old hollywood martha stewart? certainly. even a hitchcock blonde? a not-so-secret desire. but a survivor? that was something other girls were. not that dottie was completely vapid, but her entire existence seemed to be based on the material–the aesthetic. she was two-dimensional to her followers–a shallow paper doll of little dorothy who could never wear the right thing to the right place. her career was largely shallow, even if her love of vintage chanel, retro wallpaper, mid century modern furniture, and brigitte bardot singing bonnie and clyde stemmed from somewhere deep. everything she was–every particle, atom–lacked substance, mass. she was pretty, but in a way that made her just a little too weird. she was crafty and painfully lonely and that made her good at learning everything she could about debbie reynolds and patternmaking, cut creases and vintage lingerie.

and yet, somehow, dottie novak was still a survivor. even now after months of scavenging around with her makeshift group as she mourned homemade pies and late night jayne mansfield marathons. the girl can’t help it – that’s who she was. a girl who couldn’t help it. when the raiders or whatever they were had some in the night and slain her companions, she’d slid through the flash flood of blood and tears and james dean knew what else and she’d played dead. she’d never figured herself for an actress, though many of her followers had told her she ought to try and cross over, but in the moonless night she didn’t have to be that good. when morning came, waking her from a slumber that felt like waking up in a crypt, she’d resumed her breakout performance, though she was certain her chest heaved with every stuttering breath. closing her eyes tightly to blink away her tears, she sucked in as much air as she could hold, sent her gaze glassy, and began to ration her exhales just as she heard the sound of boots on dated linoleum. 

if they were back, she wasn’t a fighter, but she could play dead. if it was someone new, hoping to pick the bones of her little camp clean, she’d try and play dead until they were gone. hopefully, she’d be convincing enough and, if she wasn’t, hopefully the critic who deemed her performance unworthy would at least be kind. she braced herself as she felt their visage block the light in the bedroom doorway. showtime.

#blood cw #flashing gif cw #indie horror rp #indie zombie rp #open starters.

[retroclixs]

Martha Stewart, modeling for Chanel (1960s) #retroclixs #nostalgia #60s #chanel #vintage #marthastewart https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYjovZuRxC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[fiinalgiirls]

dottie novak was a survivor. it was a mantel she’d never imagined herself taking. reincarnation of grace kelly? she’d love to be. instagram’s answer to old hollywood martha stewart? certainly. even a hitchcock blonde? a not-so-secret desire. but a survivor? that was something other girls were. not that dottie was completely vapid, but her entire existence seemed to be based on the material--the aesthetic. she was two-dimensional to her followers--a shallow paper doll of little dorothy who could never wear the right thing to the right place. her career was largely shallow, even if her love of vintage chanel, retro wallpaper, mid century modern furniture, and brigitte bardot singing bonnie and clyde stemmed from somewhere deep. everything she was--every particle, atom--lacked substance, mass. she was pretty, but in a way that made her just a little too weird. she was crafty and painfully lonely and that made her good at learning everything she could about debbie reynolds and patternmaking, cut creases and vintage lingerie.

and yet, somehow, dottie novak was still a survivor. even now after months of scavenging around with her makeshift group as she mourned homemade pies and late night jayne mansfield marathons. the girl can’t help it -- that’s who she was. a girl who couldn’t help it. when the raiders or whatever they were had some in the night and slain her companions, she’d slid through the flash flood of blood and tears and james dean knew what else and she’d played dead. she’d never figured herself for an actress, though many of her followers had told her she ought to try and cross over, but in the moonless night she didn’t have to be that good. when morning came, waking her from a slumber that felt like waking up in a crypt, she’d resumed her breakout performance, though she was certain her chest heaved with every stuttering breath. closing her eyes tightly to blink away her tears, she sucked in as much air as she could hold, sent her gaze glassy, and began to ration her exhales just as she heard the sound of boots on dated linoleum. 

if they were back, she wasn’t a fighter, but she could play dead. if it was someone new, hoping to pick the bones of her little camp clean, she’d try and play dead until they were gone. hopefully, she’d be convincing enough and, if she wasn’t, hopefully the critic who deemed her performance unworthy would at least be kind. 

#blood cw #flashing gif cw #indie horror rp #indie apocalypse rp #it's a pick ur own apocalypse - zombie or any kind #STARTER — d. novak #indie rp

[nancypullen]

Progress

We’re making baby steps toward getting this house the way we’d like it.  I think it was Martha Stewart who once said that a house is always a work in progress.  While I agree with that, I’ve always thought that meant adding little things here and there, maybe updating a bathroom or two, or refreshing your color scheme or wall decor.  I want to get to a place where the “work in progress” is just new throw pillows or a pretty plant, ya’ know?  Okay, whine over. I confess that I’ve had fun the last few days.  I’d been on the hunt for a bedside table for Matt’s room.  I wanted something with a little character -  vintage, retro, whatever you want to call it.  I just didn’t want brand new factory-produced stuff.  I had poked around a couple of area antique stores and the stuff I found was either too big too small, too feminine, or too fragile.  I wasn’t having any luck.  Last Sunday we were driving back from dropping off the grandgirl and I was telling the mister all of that.  He asked if I’d looked at Goodwill. I had not.  So he pulled into the local Goodwill parking lot and I found the perfect piece right inside the front door for ten dollars.  Score!   It’s actually an old record cabinet, for storing albums - that made me love it even more.

I brought it home, cleaned it up, and got to work. It only took a couple of Snapped podcasts to get it to this point.

Why yes, that is a mountain of Amazon boxes in the garage.  We’re due for a trip to the recycling center.  Anywho, I put a nice, matte black on that cabinet and replaced the old knobs with these cool leather pulls.

Instead of albums, I filled it with National Geographic magazines because our family is big on National Geo.

And, HALLELUJAH, the carpet installers finally came this morning and I was able to put Matt’s room together.

That little cabinet worked out perfectly!  Whew! Just in time, too. Matt is flying in tomorrow and then the whole fam damily will be here for the holiday weekend.  I still have plenty to do in this room, but for now it will be cool and comfortable for him. I also had time to put a clear coat on that little chair I painted. Then I had to find a fern. I had my heart set on a fern, not flowers.  I figured I could substitute another green plant, I just didn’t want to do flowers, I thought it might be too busy for that multi-colored chair.  No one has ferns for sale in late June, it’s more of a “Hey, it’s spring!” plant.  Most folks have killed their ferns by now.  I crossed my fingers and drove down the road to Clayton’s, a big farm stand with green houses.  Lo and behold they had one fern hanging with a few scraggly leftover plants, and she was half price! Score!  So this sad chair with the broken seat....

is wearing some makeup and sitting on the front porch now.

Yippee!   I love it when things work out. Although we still need to buy granite for the kitchen counters and hopefully get the cabinets painted, I don’t even want to think about it right now. I think we both want a break from begging people to do some work.   I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.  Most of what has been worrying me is now checked off the to-do list.  Tomorrow I’ll do a big grocery haul. I have forgotten how to feed a crowd. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner for six for several days? I’m thinking taco bar one night, something on the grill another, and everything else I can think of sounds too hot.  Can’t we all just sit around and eat watermelon? I’ll just keep sandwich stuff on hand for lunches, but everyone likes different things for breakfast.  Maybe I should just buy a tub of greek yogurt and some granola and we can do fresh fruit parfaits.  Or maybe I’ll win the lottery tonight and I’ll have the whole weekend catered.  That sounds best. Alright, I’m off to plan menus and make a grocery list. It feels like we’ve made some progress around here and maybe, just maybe, these blog posts will become less whiny and more interesting.  UPS just delivered a curtain rod that I ordered (I wanted one with a French return) so the panels I bought for the sliders will be up soon.  Starting to look like someone lives here!  I’ll keep you posted. I hope that this bit of fluff has distracted you for a few minutes from the craziness of life.  Hang in there, we’re all due for a win.  Good things are coming. I just know it. Stay safe, stay well, stay positive. XOXO - Nancy