Our Fifteen Minutes Took 30+ Hours

I've been a bit incommunicado these past weeks and now I can tell you why. I'm exhausted! But totally excited to share this news with you.

We've just spent a weekend with some fantastic people and learned a thing or two about what a long time it takes to get enough footage to make a good half hour of television.

{Middlest & Ma Fille playing show business}

I'm happy to say that we loved every minute of it. And it was all down to Kim, Mike and Joe and the help of the child-wrangling PA, Lucie. Thank you, thank you!

Our kids cried big, wobbly tears when we said our goodbyes.

{When I Grow Up...}

It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that none of us will ever forget. I even fancied myself quite the television star there for a while, confiding in P-Daddy that I might like to try my hand at commercials after all this. Alas, my starry notions tumbled back to Earth when I remembered that to succeed in television you have to rock the singles.

{Thanks Mike and Joe!}

Singles are when the camera focuses directly or 'singly' on you while you're talking. Thanks to timidity or self-consciousness, I like to hide behind this blog and take time with my words, as soon as I knew that big, heavy camera was clocking me I'd get all gu-gu, gu-gu bajiggety.

P-Daddy, on the other hand, became more eloquent and verbose as we went, throwing down all sorts of round about full sentences and insightful commentary. And getting more than his fair share of singles, I'm sure.

Oh, stardust, you're such a fickle mistress.

All that work and energy and now we wait. Our fate is in the hands of the editors (you're all so brilliant, now be kind to me) who will cut and splice, alter and perfect, whittle and tease all those tireless hours down to 22 minutes of show.

{Girls Behind the Lens}

Fellow Americans, I am counting on you. When you see our happy faces on the previews of your favorite Home and Garden network in a couple of months, please let me know.

{Full Crew}

Until then, I'll have to be patient and reminisce, dreaming of the stolen few days when the spotlight shone squarely on me.
Gu-gu, gu-gu, uhm....'is it rain-ing? I had-n't no-ticed.'