Easter weekend, some people from Oprah’s studios across the street stopped me in my lobby. They said that Oprah wanted to meet her neighbors and that it would be featured on the following Thursdays show. They interviewed several people in our building, including me, and walked through our units with cameras filming. Our place is a working studio that two adults and two children that are homeschooled happen to live in. There is no living room just a big open space filled with large tables, sewing machines, computer equipment, file cabinets and art supplies. There are projects of all kinds everywhere. We were not chosen to be on the show, much to my relief. I was not up for the cleaning that would be involved in having the rest of the world see our place.
Our neighbors down the hall were picked. An attractive successful couple with a loft, similar to ours, except that it looks like a contemporary furniture showroom. It was immediately obvious why we were not chosen, they are saving us for the Nate Birkus episode where they come in and fix the disaster that you call home.
If you happened to catch that episode of Oprah, she gave our neighbors a case of Dom Perignon for their next cocktail party. I got a call last Friday night from Oprah’s “people”, thinking for sure they were calling to see when they could schedule that appointment with Nate. But instead they were calling to invite me to a party down the hall that Oprah will be attending. I got my invite today, it is lovely pearlescent paper wrapped with bright orange and red satin ribbon. It says festive cocktail attire, geez; I was hoping to get away with my standard pair of jeans and a black shirt.
I am sure this shindig is going to be filmed since the cameras were down the hall in their unit last night filming. Maybe I can wear one of my quilts…