OH, MARTHA!

let the day go down in history! february 23rd, the day i got to meet martha stewart!

get ready because this post is ridiculous.

so last week i was invited to attend a live taping of the martha stewart show by miss darcy miller, the senior vp and editorial director at martha stewart weddings. that there was a classic name drop, did you like it? felt all slimy right? i know darcy through a mutual friend from my brooklyn days. i promise it is much more impressive sounding on paper.

like the rest of the girls my age in this universe, i sort of worship the martha stewart. i know, i know. and it's sort of my unattainable goal to someday be as fresh-faced and effortlessly chic as all those martha stewart girls who work there. ugh. the dream. i tell you, those girls . . .

seeing a martha taping is always a treat. the woman has control of a room. and the set design! the set design kills me dead. i know, you too.

so this is how a martha taping looks, according to my cell phone:

obligatory "i'm at martha!" self-portrait

and then, yes yes yes, i met her.

hang on i feel a multitude of exclamation points coming on . . .

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes!

martha was very nice. (and very tall!) she even pretended to care when i told her my ill-thought-out story about how i got tickets for a taping the week before huck was due hoping that by having the taping to look forward to i would trick my body into going into labor early so i'd have to miss the taping, only it didn't work and i did get to see the taping. and bless her heart she listened to the whole stupid story without rolling her eyes at me once.

she gave us a little tour of the backstage area (let's appreciate for a moment how relatively calm i am describing all this. if i were telling you in person it would sound terribly high-pitched and would come with varying intense facial expressions and hands waving about the face and lots of significant eyebrows.) the tour included all of the emmys in her conference room. (hello emmys, it's nice to meet you) i counted them and then immediately forgot how many there were.

and then, yes, martha's office is backstage. reverent pause.

it is warm and it is white and it is surprisingly sparse. i wanted to sit there for hours with her and talk about honey bees. she sort of sat at her desk just like-so with her perfect posture while cute girls buzzed all about her. her golden hair formed a holy halo of loveliness. perhaps i am getting carried away now.

we weren't allowed to take any photos backstage, and in my effort to turn off my camera app i accidentally took this shot, which is strangely perfect, as backstage is basically this. full of cakes and flowers and entire bins of craft supplies, and also magical fairy unicorns dancing and balloons around every corner, and queen martha presiding in her all-white office, wearing sling back heels.