Everyone please tune in to the food channel tonight at 10pm and 10.30pm EST for the back to back premiere of:
After months of production this baby is finally hitting the airwaves, and as one of its producers, I couldn't be more thrilled.
The show is awesome and exciting, a short culinary action thriller if you will.
I've already learned so much about cooking just by working here and watching our Chef cook...I mean he's cooked for the Queen, Charles and Diana, the past four presidents and loads of other folks in between.
please please please tune in...tell your friends...and set your TIVOs.
It's snowing again here in Philly folks and everything is just looking prettier this morning, even though the big fluffy flakes aren't sticking. It makes me think about elementary school when we would go outside on snowy days with black construction paper and look at the snowflakes on our paper as it fell. Gorgeous. No two are alike. I love that about snow!
It kinda reminds me of blog sites (howsabout that for a transition?) and I've found a few that I have been totally diggin' on lately.
Susan of sulu-design has this AWESOME blog project called Original Intent going on all this month with photos taken near her home and earrings inspired by them. Sigh. Both the photos and the jewelry are GORGEOUS! My favorite is found here. The phantom house number epidemic runs rampant where I live too...
I've also been diggin on Linda from All & Sundry. This chica is hilarious!! Each post is truly laugh out loud. I don't have a kid...but her stories about motherhood and life in general are beyond entertaining...be prepared to spend at least an hour laughing to yourself like some sorta hyena. (Her post about the not so funny Seattle windstorms is def worth a gander. brilliant!)
Oh yes...and Kathy of While Tangerine Dreams' lovely pictures of her winter wonderland remind me of something in a fairytale. I'm jealous. Perhaps a part of this city girl wishes that she could run away to the country too!
Delurking seems to be spreading it's way across blog land. So in the spirit of what others have done I will join in and encourage you to do so as well. I'm so curious to know more about those who pop their head in...
Here's some stuff that you might not know about me:
::My name is Mary Beth::most people call me MB::
::I live in Philadelphia::It's the 7th town I've called "home"::
::My Granny taught me how to knit when I was in the 3rd grade (I still have the needles I learned on!::
::I learned how to sew on the set of Trading Spaces 3 years ago and haven't looked back since::
::I used to play the violin and plan on taking it up again one of these days/years::
::I'm an advocate of Midwifery and Natural Birth::
::I have never had a baby or been pregnant::I used to work on a Labor and Delivery TV show called Birth Day::
::McMansions and Pottery Barn disgust me::
::I discovered the blog world by googling the word "owl" which led me to Leya's site::
::I'm 27 years old::my boyfriend is 43::
::I love going to see live music::Go see live music!!::
::I live in a neighborhood that would scare the jeebus out of most, but I feel at home there and love it::
::I am a television producer/director::
::I feel like this site is an important creative outlet for me::
::I am endlessly inspired by these blogs::they have changed my perspective of living and how to live::
::Sometimes I feel like I am part of the pop culture "problem"::
::I have been able to travel the entire country on someone else's dime::
::I have shit in the woods::
::I am a hotel snob::
::Most countries outside of the US that I have visited are considered dangerous::
I'm going to be upfront here...I'm not exactly the tidiest gal you've ever met. I know some people love to sweep and swiffer...but truly a little clutter makes me feel calm and nested.
I think no place is more evident of that fact than our fridge. My ice box analysis was spurred by this article in the NY Times (which happiily finds a home in ever nook and cranny of our 1st floor once it's pages have been read.) Check out that fridge in the photo at the bottom of the page....whew....it looks a little familiar to me.
I present to you: our fridge.
Isn't she a dandy. You can barely see her black doors under all those magnets and I love it! My designer friends have told me that there is nothing more TACKY then a fridge covered with crap. Well then put a crown on me and call me Miss Tacky USA, cause covered this fridge will stay!
I'm one of those idiots that you find in Airport giftshops looking for the perfect magnnet to bring home from a trip. yep. I'm that girl. But I love having these magnets and I love the challenge of finding a momento that looks half way decent. Now, each time I open the fridge I'm reminded of a special adventure.
Who doesn't love a bagpipe magnet that plays music!?
O has collected his special things over the years too. A photo of Shea Stadium, great photos cut out of the NYT or magazines and of course adorable pics and the priceless artowork of his nieces and nephew.
I am so excited...the boots that I won on ebay on Christmas day finally arrived. I heart them big time. They are vintage and they fit...which awards them major bonus points in my book. Being a size 12 calls for slim pickins in the world of shoes. Nine West, sorry, Steve Madden, not here, Urban Outfitters, not on your life. Size 12 shoes are few and far between. That being said, I have quite the collection in my closet...but sometimes you gotta hunt around to get the pair that I want.
I have been scouring Ebay for a while now, just waiting for the right pair of boots to pop up at an affordable price. These look kinda like the Frye Campus Boots which aren't cheap. ($250!!) Luckily I found these puppies for just 20 bucks. That's right folks....twenty dollars!
With my bid won, and paypal processed, I started to have mild heart palpitations when they never arrived. I started to stalk the usps website. After ten days the website bore this magical word: DELIVERED.
I went sprinting down to the receptionist desk in my office building...but no boots were to be found. BLAST! Days went by and still no boots were delivered by our friendly postman.
In desperation I went to the building management office and put out an SOS email....
Finally, today, they arrived.
What's up with me and lost stuff lately? I haven't even told you the lost wallet story yet. (thanks Linda Flaster)
My lovely, gorgeous, purrs like a kitten, Singer Overlock!
To be honest I've had this gal sitting around the casa for almost 1.5 years, (yikes) but have just not gotten her to the point where she is usable, until now.
Flashback to Spring, '05. I'm sitting on the set of Trading Spaces, hanging just outside the lovely garage that our team of sewing superstars have set up shop in. They sit inside, whirring away at machines, all in a mad rush to finish a heavy workload in just an hours time. All of sudeen I hear screaming followed by a LOooooooNG line of explitaves.
INSERT WAYNE'S WORLD STYLE FLASHBACK EFFECT
"The serger is acting up! Get Singer on the phone. STAT! This silly little gooble glabber! It never works! my goodness! (edited from what was actually said, which is too profain to state here)
Suddenly I see said Serger being hoisted over the head of one of our seamsters, about to be shattered into smithereens (sp?) on the concrete driveway.
"Wait!!! no!!" I scream, running over. "What's wrong with it?!"
"The first thread isn't passing correctly! I don't have time for this (insert explitave)," our seamster sighs/shouts. He then proceeds to lift the serger overhead once more, positioning it to be hurled across the yard .
Being tall, I throw my hands on it.
"No! Don't do it. How much does it cost to fix it?" I shout.
"I dunno, hundred bucks. But I don't have time to fix this f*er! We need to have these rooms done in 4 hours. It's going to take forever to finish these curtains. God damn designers! And when will I have time to take it to a repair shop? We leave town for another city tomorrow! GOD! We'll just have to call Singer and order a new one and have it delivered to the next town before we shoot the another show."
"I don't want you to fix this for the show silly. Fix it for me!!! You're just going to break the thing beyond repair anyways. Give it to me. I'll take it home, repair it, and use it. promise"
"Sure. I don't care. You deal with it...take this piece of S*#t off my hands."
I breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
And that, my friends, is how I saved this Serger from certain death and gave it a happy home on my sewing table. Of course it took me over a year to get it repaired....but...she's all cleaned up and purrs like a kitten.
Talk about being at the right place at the right moment. geesh. It could've been ugly. Just another day at the office I suppose.
Dear Singer: your products are great. We (Trading Spaces) were honored to feature them on our show. This was an isolated incident, with a rather dramatic, yet extremely loveable sewing coordinator. thank you...I love my overlock.