NYC with Martha
A while back some of the Philly mom bloggers started talking about applying to be a part of the audience at Martha Stewart’s annual blogging show. I figured, hey, why not. It could be fun, and I’ve never been part of a studio audience before. Then I saw that Katja Presnal @katjapresnal and Erika Lehmann @erikalehmann were hosting a tweet up at the Roger Smith Hotel the night before the show, and that was the clincher. I decided to go. After a huge rigmarole to get a ticket, I was told that I was in, and we started planning.
Sarah and I drove up Wednesday night, and after checking into the hotel, we met up with Liz and Mindi and grabbed a cab uptown (or was it downtown? I am so clearly a suburbanite) to the tweet up. The best part of the tweet up was meeting Jen, my fellow Tastemaker. I can’t wait to hang out with her more at Blissdom. Here’s a very low res photo I snapped of us on my blackberry.
The next day we got up bright and early and headed over to the studio to wait in line. Hey, Starbucks, care to sponsor a Philly mom blogger bus to BlogHer this summer?
Soon we got to enter the building.
We hung out in a holding room for a while.
Finally we entered the studio, and that thing was HUGE! She had an entire kitchen in there, two different sets (one being her AMAZING kitchen, and the other her craft area), as well as a true-to-life greenhouse. At first I thought it was fake until Kelly spotted a crew member watering plants. Sarah snapped this picture right before the show started and they made us put our cameras away.
And I’m here to tell you, this woman had on one SERIOUS pair of shoes. After the show was over, because of all the buzz over them on twitter, she threw her leg up on the table and showed them to us. Martha’s a gymnast too, who knew?
Yes, that’s me. I go to a Martha Stewart show and I’m more interested in her shoes than how to frost a cake or make pad thai.
Being in the studio audience was interesting. They taught us how to applaud (seriously) and instructed us to be blogging the whole time. Those of us who didn’t have laptops (I remembered my business cards this trip, but I forgot my laptop #bloggerfail) were told to hold our blackberries and iPhones up so they could be seen at all times. During the commercial breaks, staff members came around and reminded us of our “duties.” I was so busy twittering and reading tweets and trying to clap on cue that I felt like I hardly saw the show.
It was fun to come home last night and fire up the DVR and watch it. The cameraman panned the audience and caught me on film three times, so that was fun. My kids weren’t nearly as impressed to see me on TV as I was. For some reason, they think the fact that I’m on YouTube is far more glamorous.
But the best part of coming home was the squeals and hugs and kisses that awaited me when I entered the front door. And when my four-year old said, “Mamma, I misted you!” my broke into a zillion bitty pieces.