Mar 30 2010

TINKLER SPELLS, FAILS

For Immediate Release
Contact: Martha Tinkler
martha.tinkler@gmail.com or www.marthatinkler.com

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

TINKLER CONFUSES ADJECTIVES, NOUNS

Savannah, GA- Due to an excess of projects at the Home Office, Martha Tinkler’s press office made a terrible mistake in its last communication. When discussing her new stationery, Tinkler’s press secretary used the adjective stationary.

“I am stationary. My knowledge of spelling lacks forward motion,” Tinkler explained. “I love stationery, and things spelled with e’s, ease, I am ashamed of the poor spelling I have put in the world.”

Tinkler gravely regrets her mistake and, like Cher, wishes she could turn back time.*

Ms. Tinkler’s mistake was pointed out by her dear friend and fellow paper goods enthusiast Lane R_______ of New Orleans, Louisiana.**

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a.a.h.e.


*This is just one of the many commonalities between Martha and Cher.

**Possibly noteworthy behavior, but let’s not make a habit of it.


Mar 30 2010

TINKLER ADDRESSES PROBLEM, ENVELOPES

For Immediate Release
Contact: Martha Tinkler
martha.tinkler@gmail.com or www.marthatinkler.com

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

TINKLER CRAFTS NOTEWORTHY CARDS

Savannah, Georgia- In the free time of her busy Savannah schedule, Martha Tinkler addressed the rumors surrounding her newest acquisition, personalized stationary.

“The rumors are true,” Tinkler sighed. “After years of struggle, I finally decided to seek help for my stationary [sic] woes. For many years I searched and searched for the perfect stationary[sic]. I bought many packs of note cards, just trying to fill that void. I went to all sorts of stores looking for a fix–some I’m not proud of–but I finally came to terms with my problem, and sought treatment.”

Ms.Tinkler entered Stovall Collection, a luxury paper goods store in her hometown of Memphis, TN. It was in Stovall, that Tinkler realized and accepted her problem. With the help of the boutique’s fine employees, Tinkler poured over a Crane & Co.* paper portfolio, making careful, deliberate decisions about fonts, paper size and shape, and colors.

“People often underestimate the importance of fonts,” Ms.Tinkler delineated. “For instance, an M that is slanting or sans serif  would not convey the resolve and strength of character that clearly defines me. I mean, Comic Sans? I think not.”

Ms. Tinkler is currently debuting her stationary [sic] to those of her public who exhibited exemplary friendship/professionalism in the last few weeks. As she only ordered 100 cards, the standard is high for card recipients.** Acquaintances should adjust their behavior accordingly.

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a.a.h.e.

*For more information about the exceptional American corporation Crane & Co., see http://www.crane.com/
**Card writing is strictly merit-based. Behavior and character are taken into account, also, gifts. Though her birthday passed on Sunday, Tinkler gladly accepts belated presents. For gift ideas, please visit www.marthatinkler.com.


Mar 18 2010

Ode to Spring!

Fact: I love spring.

There is something about new growth, bright colors, and crisp, blustery days. It spurs in me a renewal of faith in the world around me. Perhaps it was not always so miserly, pinching away every bit of sunlight and warmth out of the last few months? Maybe the sun is here to stay. It certainly looks that way in my neighborhood. Cooper Young is alive with fat robins, flowering trees, green buds, and drunks on patios. Spring is here.

Green!

My hydrangea, until last week, was a pot full of brown sticks. Now, those brown sticks have little green leaves. It’s the little joys in life.

Speaking of little joys, I introduce you to my favorite flower: The mighty crocus. Unlike the daffodil–it’s large springtime friend and fellow favored flower–the crocus is on the front line of the springtime battle. While the cool winds of late February and early March might deter a weaker flower, the crocus–though wee–strikes a colorful blow against the barren winter wasteland. Its tiny blooms break through the bleak brown debris like a miniature cavalry, leading the attack.

Now, having filled my quota of metaphors and alliteration, I will show their noble faces.

Hello little soldiers!

Attack!

En garde!

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"

Sadly, spring is not all budding plants and poetic speeches  about diminutive blooming bulbs, there is also the matter of cleaning. After a harsh winter of sitting on my duff eating bonbons, the piper must be paid. Doors opened, furniture moved, dust  and cobwebs swept away, and ant traps set. Ants also love spring…and sugar, we have that in common.

In addition to my normal, begrudging cleaning, I also threw in a dash of redecoration.

Behold, The Home Office:

"Please step into my office...watch the bed."

Now I can sit at my desk to my write important documents. I even have paper clips; they are shaped like ducks.

At present, however, I have neglected my ultra-professional work space for the comforts of my front porch. For what are desks and paperclips compared to sunshine and a gentle breezes?

Porchin' it.

So, if you need me, I’ll be on the porch…until November. You can leave a message at the Home Office. They know where to find me.


Mar 3 2010

Martha’s Gift Gab!

Here is the second installment of my popular series “Things I Would Like to Have, But Am Unlikely to Buy for Myself.”

Perhaps you missed the first installment? Catch up at Times A-Wastin.

In this series, I am exploring possible gifts one might like to buy me for my March 21st birthday…or any other time.

1. Retractable Steel Baton

It’s not that I need a baton because I live in some sort of crime-ridden, post-apocalyptic wasteland.

"Nah, Snake, I don't need protection. I've got this retractable baton."

I just feel–like with so many things–that my quality of life would greatly increase were I in possession of a retractable steel baton.

“What’s that, punk??” WHAPHA! {Steel baton removed from purse or pocket, expanded, and rapped upon the kneecaps}

2. Sunglasses

My junior year of high school I bought a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators. I wore them all four years of college, and my tenure ended when they were stolen at a house party in my first few months of living in DC. My sadness was intense.

Look, a cannon!

Rather than replacing my beloved eye shields with another pair of Aviators, I switched to the now popular Wayfarers, in tortoise shell. That was the spring of 2006, I still wear the same pair. The hilarious thing: I don’t love my Wayfarers. The tortoise shell is a little too dark, the top rims are too flat–making my eyebrows a little too stern, and they slant inward, which bugs me. Even with these blaring defects, I have yet to find a pair of sunglasses I like better. They are too big, too small, too garish, not garish enough, or too expensive.

This first pair is mostly perfect, but they are Oliver Peoples, and at $325, they are a little out of my price range.

Nice, right?

This pair (below) is Ray-Ban’s re-imagined Wayfarer. They have fixed all the problems I have with the original and they are in my price range, but they only have the polarized ones in the stores–I hate polarized glasses–and I can’t bring myself to buy them online without trying them on.

Practically perfect in every way

However, I wouldn’t mind if you bought them and gave them to me. That would be acceptable.

3.  Shetland Pony

For years I have been asking for the same thing: a pink pony. As a fully cognizant adult, I realize that ponies do not come in pink, so I am willing to settle for a white pony…

His name will be Sir Dancelot, but I will call him Dancer.

…and an economy-sized box of pink Rit Pony-Dye. I imagine you can probably find it at your local Fred’s.

4. House Slippers

At some point in the last few years, I purchased two pairs of slippers. At some point in the last few months, one of each of these slippers has disappeared.

I live in a very small house, with very little storage, and therefore very few places for things to hide. For a while, I looked for my slippers a little while each morning, as though they ran off and then–like the prodigal son–returned, humbled by the hardships of outside life. Eventually, I gave up hope, and started wearing the remaining slippers as though they were a matching pair.

Hello friends!

While I have no problem with this–in fact, as they are shoes for the appropriate feet, I think it is fate–, my roommate is constantly affronted by my slippers.

Anywho, I could use a new pair.

I hope this second installment of “Things I Would Like to Have, But Am Unlikely to Buy for Myself” helped with your gift ideas! Please check back for more gift ideas, exciting recipes, and hilarious anecdotes from me, Martha, here at WILDCATS SURPRISE BADGERS. I appreciate your patronage.