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One fly in today’s whirlwind ointment: Apparently two Kennedy boys drowned during the sailing race: Phil, twelve, and Boris, eight. But Mrs. K gave birth while attending the morning church services so everyone’s considering the day a wash. -Breakfast At Kennedy’s

No area of home entertaining remains as exciting or as ignored as the vagina. A recent letter from one of my readers is a typical example.
Dear Martha,
I’m from Los Gatos, New Mexico, and I loved your new book ‘How To Decorate.’ So much of the book devoted to wall coverings and tapestries, but I wonder if more time could be given to the art of marbling a finish.
A big fan,
Felice Damper
P.S. My vagina is a mess.
I hear you. So many of my women friends have developed incredibly sophisticated taste when it comes to throwing the perfect theme party or just relaxing at home in their newly refurbished den. Their sense of style has grown and flourished as they have, yet their most cherished spot has gone unchanged. Throw rugs and Ikea lamps were fine in college, but you’re a woman now.
-Martha Stewart’s Vagina

“ Oh, and before I forget: You mistakenly enclosed a grainy black-and-white photograph in the envelope with your script. It is, I believe, a picture of a woman checking her dog’s genitals for ticks, using what appears to be her mouth. The scribbled inscription says, ‘Greeting from Miss America’ and also that the dog’s name is Fred. I am sending it back to you with the hope that its disappearance caused you now worry, as I imagine it may have sentimental value.