When I first started blogging, I pretty much threw down whatever pictures I had in my phone and on my camera. If we went to the farm, you saw it. If I weeded our patio, you saw that too. But I’ve been a little more deliberate about the nature of my posting for a while now (sorry if you miss having a running record of the Smith family weekend agenda, Mum…). Well, today I’m delving back into my weekend world so apologies if you’re hoping for a DIY or a room reveal. Next time!
This Saturday, I was on television. Correction. LIVE television. And, folks… it was a TRIP. Let’s back up a bit… a month ago, I was put in touch with the producer of Good Morning, CT. We went back and forth a bit about what my segment would cover and then the panic started to set in. “You’ve done television before, right?” Erm… yeah… *mumbling* Flea Market Flip.
The first thing I did was Google it: ‘What do I need to know before going on live television?’ Do NOT wear checks. Or white. Or black. Then I confirmed with friends that I needed to wear makeup in order to be recognized as a living member of the on-air broadcast and not a Walking Dead extra. So off for a makeup lesson I went. (But y’all follow me on instagram of course so you already knew that, right? *wink wink*)
Sidenote. Makeup is CRAZYtown expensive. This better last until 2024.
On Saturday morning I was up earlier than any individual should ever be up. Unless you’re still awake in which case, you’re cooler than I’ve been for the last 20 years. Or you’re nursing a newborn. Either way, it’s a small subset of people who WANT to be awake then.
I confirmed that layers upon layers of makeup DO make a difference when you have bags under your eyes to rival a basset hound’s. (Hi, Howard.) Also… why do I think it’s okay to share this picture with you?! What’s wrong with me?!
At this point, we’ve moved out of the scary 3 o’clock hour and are coasting through the 4 o’clock hour. Denial has officially set in. Driving to the studio, I was killing it. Any audience in my car would have been imPRESSed. Clear, poised, articulate. And my makeup via the rear view mirror was stellar… all contoured and high lighted and glossed. And not even a little bit of this:
Arriving at the studio, there’s a room of computers and a cheerful man who walks me right into the studio. Where Im greeted by Sam Kantrow the meteorologist. And Leroy (pronounced Luh-roy). And a few minutes later, Jim Watkins. And…. that’s it. Our little Party of 4 are the only people rattling around in this big cheerful studio. And you guys? I cannot tell you how much easier that made the whole thing!
These guys could NOT have been more gracious and cheerful and welcoming. They were chatty. They were funny. They were having a great time. And… I started to forget that the cameras would be on me. And I was going to be speaking. And I had points to make….
(I did manage to brainstorm a redesign of their studio kitchen while I was waiting… I mean, this is a DIY project in the making, right?!)
And then I heard Jim say my name for the upcoming segment. Fast forward 40 minutes and I was done. Exxxxhhhhaaaaaalllleee. I need to work on my table presentation, but this is how it looked going into it all.
I have no idea how to tell what camera is the right one (Leroy, next time, my friend…) but I only smacked my microphone once (sorry to anyone wearing an earpiece) and I didn’t curse. Not even once! And my 7 minutes of time on air felt like 14 1/2 seconds. Click here to watch the video!
Oh… and I was finished in time to have breakfast with the kids! Not a bad gig, right?!
How many of you have been on live TV and did you freak? Any good tips? I don’t even KNOW what I don’t know… that’s how green I am!
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