I had intended to finish up this tale today, yet it has been so fun recalling the visuals, that the final installment will find its way here on Monday.
MARBLE, MARIANA AND MARTHA
At the age of twenty-three, you can be easily crushed by rejection. But the great thing about youth is that your inexperience and lack of wisdom allows you to "take it on the chin" and keep going.
More on that later...!
When I left you last, we were peering beyond the gate at Martha Stewart's East Hampton house. It was spectacular and something more than my well-developed imagination could have truly dreamed. I had always read that Martha required little sleep, so when I called from the phone booth and she answered, I was surprised to discover that she was just "getting up". We set a time to meet at her home - around 1 pm - and she shared that she was going out to an antiques market in Sag Harbor.
My friend Kelly and I worried about the vase of sweet peas in the heat of the car and the now impending four hour wait. But, the Hamptons are rich with stuff to do and I remember a trip to the Barefoot Contessa and a drive down Georgica Road looking at the spectacular homes of people like Steven Spielberg and Grey Gardens, made famous by Little Eddy Beals. We walked the beach, saw Roy Schreider (of JAWS movie fame) and after many nervous drives up and down Lilly Pond Lane, finally made the turn up Martha's drive and through the shapely, teal-colored gate.
Now, I have been nervous in my life; like my meeting at Clarkson Potter Publishing to cut a deal for my first book, or the time I spoke to the American Antiques association at the American Folk Art Museum's annual Antiques show, or my first meeting at Wedgewood when I was hired to create a line of Christmas ornaments to be sold at Macy's…but this one, this visit had my heart in my throat.