Wednesday, May 31, 2006

What the H-E-double-hockeysticks is a WRANGLER?

This photo is an example of my wrangling work. What is a wrangler you ask? The other day someone thought this meant I was a cowgirl...but alas the loose definition is: A (crazy) individual who is hired to work on the set to help the baby achieve what is needed for the photograph/commercial/whatever.

Wrangling was only 12 percent of my income last year, but it was a nice change when I couldn't model. How did I become one? Well, some clients, when they book child or baby models do not have it in their budget to hire a wrangler, so often, moms are asked to help out on the set.

In January of 2005, my then 2-year-old was booked on a job without a wrangler, and she was NOT having it AT ALL. I worked my magic on set and got some really great photos from her. Another little boy was in an even worse state of mind, and I asked the client if I could work with him, because really he couldn't get any worse then he was. I was able to win him over and get some awesome shots of him. In a flash I was hired by the client to wrangle for the rest of the week.

That is what started my 12-percent-a-year wrangling career. It is one of the most demanding jobs on your mind and on your body. I almost always wear kneepads when working with babies, because they are wiggly, and we constantly have to re-set them into their positions. The most challenging part for me is reading the babies as soon as we meet eyes. I can usually tell if they will be independent enough to come on set without their parents or not.

I have to bridge the gap between our professional world and their baby world. Most of the time it goes really well. Other times the baby just isn't in the mood. This is why 99 percent of the time, more than one baby is booked for the shot. In the case of covers, it is more like 10 to 30. Many wranglers use toys, noisemakers, and other props. I do have a magic bag of items, but I usually just end up singing to them, talking to them, playing made up games, and bribing them with cheerios.

Since I am a mother, I do NOT want the baby's to be "tortured" by their experience. I want them to leave having had fun that day. And I want to leave having had fun too.

Click here for a few more wrangler photos...scroll down to Baby Wrangler Portfolio.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Another Mom Bites the Dust

The last job I had while pregnant was on March 9, 2005. It was an appearance on the CBS Early Show. It was a CHIC on a SHOESTRING segment where pregnant models came out wearing similar looks and the hosts were to guess who had on the splurge and who had on the steal. There were 6 of us. 3 due in May, 3 due in March. 3 having their second, 3 having their first. 3 not married, 3 married. And one ballerina among us.

Our call time was 5:40 am. We were fitted, had hair and makeup done, and then a quick rehearsal which consisted of basically standing and looking at the runway. I made this comment out loud: "Watch me fall."

Cut to taping time, and the first two groups went out, and then my partner and I were up. My partner took one step onto the platform and bit the dust. I didn't know what to do...the show had to go on, and I was huge pregnant, and could not bend over to help her up. I just left her laying there, and I think I might have stepped over her. I felt so terrible. The weather man quickly helped her up and we carried on. I was so flustered though that I was making goofy looks and trying to interact with the hosts because I was so embarrassed for both of us. I didn’t even try a good camera angle-I never even identified the camera in the room!

My reaction was quite hilarious to me and another model there who I had become friends with throughout the various jobs we had been booked on. After the taping, she was making fun of my reaction to the situation because I couldn't pull it together, and I wasn't even the one that fell down. The two of us could not get over it. Later that day we ended up at the same audition and were still talking about it, but making fun of ME, not the girl that fell, who by the way had shoes on that were 2 sizes too wonder she fell. All of a sudden we hear this voice: "Ummm...I am right here" from the model that fell. We made it clear that we were making fun of the dufus that stepped right over her and didn't even help...yes that would be me. To see the video, click here to watch it on the Early Show website.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

My First Recording

Since I have been working on my recording, I have been thinking a lot about my musical past. My first musical experience was in a children's choral group called Young Naperville Singers. It was founded by a beautifully talented woman named Helen Grubbs.

She provided a place for many children to come and learn about music. As part of Young Naperville Singers I experienced many firsts: My first audition, sight-reading, choral singing, solo competition, choral competition, singing in a foreign language, musical tour, concert, singing at a memorial service, and recording. I got to sing at Disneyland and Sea World, which is very important to a 10-year-old.

The memorial service that I sang for was Helen's. She passed away of lung cancer while I was a member of her choir. It was one of the most heart-wrenching times for me, because she represented the beginning of a musical life for me. Young Naperville Singers provided me with a strong, unbreakable musical foundation that has shaped my entire path. It is because of that that I am going to record one non-Christmas song on my inaugural album. It is called Music, You Are a Friend to Me. We sang this at every concert and at her memorial service, and it is my tribute to Helen.

The first time I recorded was with a small group of YNS kids. We went downtown with our moms and wore our red polo shirts and jeans (french-rolled of course). I remember our moms being a little skiddish going to "Downtown Chicago". Some random guy on the street demanded cash for them to park their cars where they did, and as soon as he had it in hand, he bolted. Oh our poor suburban victim mothers. I guess it could have been worse.

I believe the recording was for Amoco...either an industrial or commercial. I don't even remember how the song went, just that I felt special, and excited and proud. And I don't think it was because of my outfit (in the photo on the right, I am the one smiling on the far left, and in the photo on the left, that is Helen in the navy blue sweater, with her back to us, I'm smiling at her).

Thanks Helen.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Kids in the Biz

Question from cc: "I have thought about putting my boys in commercials, but hesitate because the whole thing seems so foreign to me. I have actually had people approach me about my children doing commercials, but I am always a little skeptical of strangers (I live in los angeles). How do you know who is a worthy contact? Where do you start? Who do you start with? Is there value in the experience for the child? I appreciate your thoughts and love your insight. "
My response: I personally think that if anyone approaches you on the street, they ought to know better. If I were an agent and saw a kid on the street, I would approach the mother very business-like, hand her my business card and invite her to contact me if she was interested. I wouldn't want to seem interested in her children in an inappropriate manner, so I probably wouldn't swoon over them. So, just use your mommy gut when it comes to that.

As far as getting them into the business, aside from knowing someone already established in the business (which is your best route, a direct recommendation from them), then you have to "hit the pavement".

Ross Reports is the only resource that lists agents. When you read a listing, just check to see if they represent kids and in what capacity. Commercial usually encompasses commercials, voice over and some print. Legit covers soaps, live theatre, tv and film.

So, you just need some photos (high quality snapshots are fine) of their face and a body shot, and a letter of intent. They probably won't read the letter, but at least give them the option. Just make sure you include names, ages, DOB, weight, height, and clothing & shoe size. They are usually looking to fill spaces in their depts. based more on race, age and size then whether or not you have an adorable kid.

As far as value in the experience. I think before you start you need to have good reasons to start. Establish some rules or a philosophy about it. For eg. when my baby daughter started modeling at 16 months my husband and I made some rules: If the baby cries when we get to the casting, we leave. We will not bribe our children, we will not force them to go. We will explain the opportunity and leave it up to them to decide (when they are older...3 and up). We will only have positive feedback for them.

What I don't like to see at a casting: A mother yelling at her child for "not cooperating". The kid didn't ask for this, the mom is the one that chose to schlepp that day, if it was stressful, it's not the kids fault.

I don't like to see a mother who is a wreck (let herself go) and her daughter is completely put together from head to toe. Yes this is all on the surface, but to me it is a strong indication of a severe imbalance in that relationship, their home and possibly the child has undue attention and pressure put on her to succeed, and become rich for the family.

I don't like to see children travel long distances for an audition, (unless the casting people flew them out). Bizarre.

I don't like to see kids taken out of school.

All of these circumstances tell me there is inbalance.

As far as value, as long as your child is comfortable in the environment, which is very much an adult environment...then I see a lot of value: acting, discipline, learning about an entire industry, people skills, rejection, memorization, socialization. Unfortunately the talent is sometimes treated as "super special", and put above say, the crew or the Kraft Services Staff. Be sure to teach your child to respect everyone even if they seem like your servant for the day. And make sure that you demand respect around your children. Without being a witch, ask people to have a "blue skies" rule, where they cut out foul language etc. And there is a lot of money involved when you get a national commercial, so paying for college is not a bad thing! You will have to join SAG (eventually), which is about 1500 dollars plus yearly dues, and you will have to open a trust fund to put his earnings's the law in LA.

And speaking of the mom's role. You are being judged/auditioned just as heavily as your kid. I have been to castings where the director will write a note that says: Cute kid, crazy mom. So, just remain down to earth, low key, supportive and NOT a know-it-all. Reserve your words for when you need to be your childs advocate:
My child needs a break, my child needs a snack, please don't use that language in front of my child etc. This is your son, and he is more important than a job. Also, just take it one day at a time, and constantly reasses how your son is doing in "the business" and know that you can step out at any time. Don't let it swallow you up and rule your life.

The Baby and the Bath Water

When I look at this picture, it conjurs up 683 words (not 1000). This cover-try, as they call it in the business, (it's called a cover-try because several models are photographed, and the editor decides which model gets the cover), was the first that I experienced. I was a little dismayed that they chose ME to kneel on a hard tile floor in a bathroom for 3 hours, because I was just at the beginning of my pregnancy and this was sort of physically demanding for my delicate state.

You may ask why I am even IN the shot (it's not because I have beautiful hands). I have found that publishers of all baby magazines are very conscious of "safety". So, even though this bath tub had no water in it, and the baby certainly wasn't alone in the room, the photo needed to have "mom" present so that they were not "caught" promoting babies bathing solo. Okay, fine, whatever, do I still get to count it as a cover for ME?

I think for this cover try, they had booked close to 25 babies. I was the caucasion mom to the caucasion babies. I think there were at least 10 of these. My day was so interesting as I saw the variety of personalities and subsequent reactions from babies as they were thrown into this crazy situation. The mothers were even more intense. The coolest, calmest, most collected mom was in the business and knew what it all entailed...her baby did fine (didn't get the cover

There was a mom of twins that wanted the cover SO bad. She was not good at covering that up. She wanted her twin boys to perform so badly. She kept making excuses for them, and neither of them wanted anything to do with that tub. When the babies weren't cooperating, I kept hearing this from the mom's, over and over again: "I don't know why he's crying, he loves his bath at home?"

And in my head (and I am sure everyone's heads in the room), comes the following: Gee, uh...maybe because when he takes a bath at home the tub is filled with nice warm water and his toys and he isn't wearing a diaper and covered with cold bubbles being held by a woman who he has never met and having another strange woman squeak a frog in his face while another woman holds a giant black box at him that flashes at unexpected moments. Maybe he is not used to a giant lightening storm as "reward" for his good smiles? Maybe he is scared of the guy that keeps coming up behind him and adjusting the towel that is right next to him...Maybe he enjoys privacy in the bathroom. No, I can 't see why he wouldn't like THIS bath at all. In fact, we may have scarred his bathing experience for the rest of his life. Sorry.

Then there was the baby who came in with such a cute little face and round body. The mom took off the baby's shirt and I immediately asked if she had chicken pox. The mom said, "no", but did not go on to explain. Then the flashes from the lights started and the baby immediately started scratching herself all over her torso, right where the "pox" were. She would not stop, and of course it escalated with each flash. The photographer immediately dismissed her. Whoa. Can you say anxiety? We didn't want to cause her any more than she was already getting from dear old (crazy) mom.

So, 3 out of 10 babies with crazy moms is not such a bad ratio, I mean hey, I can be crazy sometimes too. The baby that got the cover was totally cool with the whole experience. The photographer took roll after roll on her and pretty much knew she would be the big winner. She had a great personality that was easily adaptable, and that more than anything is what makes a baby model a success, because all babies are beautiful and SHOULD be cover babies.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Where do you get your haircut?

I get asked this question so often, that every time I get my hair cut, I grab a stack of business cards and throw them in my wallet to hand out all around the town. I get asked at airports, on the street, through "fan" email, and once I got a note passed to me during church. I have had 2 different makeup artists go see my guy, a stranger who saw me on tv drove from Long Island to get her hair done by my guy, lots of my friends, and the guy that passed me the note, he was bald, so even a bald guy went.

It turns out that the bald guy was a hairdresser and was asking so that he could go get a pedicure at the salon and watch my guy work. Turns out they don't give pedicures, so he was out of luck.

The "fan" email is what cracks me up the most. I have had 5 viewers hunt me down on the internet and email me asking me where I get it done (if they are local) and for more photos to show their stylist. I guess the photos on my website or not sufficient. I love this. I love the lengths people are willing to go for their hair.

And may I say, I have had various versions of my haircut since 2003 and I love my hair. It takes 6 minutes to do after my shower, and because it is a short hair cut, it always looks done. And after getting to experience long hair for a few months (hair extensions for a job), boy do I ever LOVE short hair...especially my own, and not who knows how many girls' hair from Europe who sold their hair for my extensions...ew.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

That First Ballet Recital

As a first-time mother to a first-time ballet student, you would think I would be pretty over-the-moon about her upcoming participation in her first ballet recital. I admit the first time I saw her dance in her class (months ago), I shed a tear. I was so proud that I had kept my daughter alive and that maybe she had learned a thing or two along the walking, and listening and talking...and to see her (try to) dance, was really something.

Months later I'm pretty much over it. However, I am all of a sudden realizing that a recital is quite a production, and that no other mothers are "over it" fact, it's just beginning. There are Mom's putting in their two cents about what color tights go best with the OVER-THE-TOP (and too expensive) tu-tu ensemble that these 4 and 5 year olds are donning. There are rules about attending dress rehearsal. I got a pass (which I think I already lost), good for 2 parents (no kids, no anyone else) to attend the DRESS REHEARSAL. I never imagined that my own husband would want to attend the DR, let alone extended family and such. I guess there has been a problem with that in the past...else why the special ticket?

Tickets to see the show are $17.00 a pop, which is more than I spend for most of the professional children's theatre that I take my daughter to see in the theatre capitol of the world. I have already spent $700.00 (oh plus 16 for the time I left her ballet shoes at home and had to buy new ones when I got there...argh) for this girl to participate in Ballet since the fall (would have been more but a serious case of mono took her out of it for one month and they were gracious enough not to charge me), and now I have to shell out 34 bucks just to see the fruits of our collective labors?

Then came ballet picture day. All the girls were instructed to wear buns for pictures and the performance. I went to three different beauty supply stores to find a hair piece for my daughter since she has short hair. I fashioned this bun to the best of my abilities only to get to picture day and see that a few of the girls had been to the salon to get up-dos and the rest had all sorts of fancy shmancy hair going on, and my daughter is obeying the "hair-pulled-back-in-a-bun" rule when SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ENOUGH OF HER OWN HAIR TO MAKE A BUN.

I am actually not as frustrated as I sound, just more amazed at this crazy culture I am walking into. Maybe because performing is part of my business, and I have gotten to do it a lot, I don't get EXCITED and TAKE-MY-KID-TO-THE-SALON-FOR-PICTURES crazy. Maybe because getting photos taken is a routine thing for my kids and me, this photo doesn't matter as much. I just find the whole thing so interesting.

And actually, part of me envies the excitement, passion and energy these moms are exhibiting. I think my daughter knows that I am thrilled for her, and that I am trying my best to be a good ballet mom (by sewing her costume by the due date and getting her a bun and schlepping her to class each week). I know she is really excited about what she calls her "first ballet recital". I suspect if I can come up for air after all this ballet-mom culture shock, I might shed another tear when I see her dance in her "first ballet recital".

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


I had a marathon day today. This morning I had 2 go-sees. One for HP and one for Sheraton Hotels. I treated myself to a sitter so that I had less schlepp then normal. I came home and spent an hour with my girls before we had to jet for 2 more go-sees. One was for my 4-year-old for American Baby, and the other one was for me.

I went to sign in for my 3rd go-see of the day and the man ahead of me was confused by something...he asked: "Is this for Twix?" "No," the casting guy said "Twinrix."

Let me just tell you the difference. Twix is a candy bar. Twinrix is a vaccine for Hepatitis C. My agents called and said: "We would like you to go to a casting for print material for a Hep-C Vaccine. You will be portrayed as someone who has contracted Hep-C through promiscuous activity." When they told me how much I would get and that the distribution was limited to the poor souls with Hep-C, I was totally ok with that. I was also surprised that I look like one who might engage in promiscuous activity, but I trust my agents.

So in I walk with my young mom self and my two little pure angel kids, and I sign right in and try my hardest to look like a victim of Hep-C. I read the break down and it turns out that the girl model they wanted hadn't NECESSARILY engaged in promiscuous activities, (what a relief) and the photo they had as a mock-up looked frighteningly like maybe I do have the face for it.

Right after we had finished our "work" for the day, we decided to treat ourselves to a ride on the Times Square, Toys R Us Ferris Wheel. We walked by one of the 8 million electronic billboards and both my 4-year-old and I were struck by the same thing (which is so often the case it's scary...we will both be just staring into space at the same thing). It was a Reuters Billboard with a photograph of a beach scene and a someone in a giant condom suit with a happy face on it...only I thought it looked like a banana. I knew it was a condom because of the text that followed:
_Promoting Safe Sex?
_Promoting Promiscuity?
So this made me think...what does a banana have to....OH Wait a minute, I know what that was...and then all of a sudden my daughter said: "Look mom! It's a man dressed as a banana." And I of course said: "Yes, it is".

I want to write Reuters and ask them to add a third choice: _Promoting Potassium. At the end of the day I am really glad that I am neither infected with Hep-C nor promiscuous...but I'll play it on tv! : )

Sunday, May 21, 2006

The Unnamed Album

Yesterday I completed my second (of who knows how many) recording sessions for my Christmas Album. We now have the majority of the piano tracks laid down. My friend Adam Fry is playing the piano on the record. O Holy Night took about 2 hours to get just right. I wonder as I wander took about 8 minutes. It has been a surprise to find out which pieces will be tricky and which will be easy. There is one piece that has a bajillion notes in it compared to another that has very few, and I thought the bajillion-note one would take forever and the few-note one just a few minutes, but it was the opposite.

My favorite moment of yesterday was having to take a pause for the local iron workers on Vanderbilt Avenue in Prospect Heights. They needed to make a rather large, rather noisy CUT, and so we had to say CUT on what we were recording. Somehow O Holy Night and a chainsaw don't seem to fit together very well. Since I have only been singing scratch vocals into Adam's ear while he records the piano, it has not mattered these past few sessions that I have had severe bronchitis. But now that I am feeling better, I am looking forward to recording the vocals.

Benny, the engineer and I sit in the basement recording studio while Adam is upstairs on the Grand Piano. I sit in a chair next to this opening from below (pictured above). This is what I have looked at for about 8 hours now, and I find it pretty inspirational.

The Gift that keeps on Giving

A few years ago my husband gave me a gift for our wedding anniversary. It was a website. I was just starting out in New York, and he thought it would be a good tool for me to promote myself and my career. A website doesn't sound particularly romantic, but I was really thrilled.

I am sort of a geek when it comes to my interest in computers. Able I am not, but interested and willing to try, I am. My website has been pretty successful over the years. People in the world who have seen me on tv have been able to find me with relative ease. It's nice when "fans" take the time to email me their thoughts about what they have seen on the tube. I even got asked out on a date once...I didn't go of course.

Anyway, I recently figured out that I could put video clips on my website. Yippee! I stayed up TOO late last night compiling some of my favorite clips to publish on the site. Now, interested parties can actually see some of my work. As I got giddy about this, my husband said: "It's the gift that keeps on giving". He was rather proud of himself. Thanks honey, it really is a great gift.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

RUNWAY MOMS: The "reality" of reality tv

In case you haven't seen it yet, there is a new series airing on the Discovery Health Channel called Runway Moms. It is a 20-episode series that follows the lives of models in NYC. The difference between these models and most others it that they are expecting or current mothers.

My posse and I were chosen to be one of these model families, and in fact our episode is named such: MODEL FAMILY. Last summer we were followed around town as we went about our business.

For a half hour of television we were taped for about 4 full days. They also used home video footage as well. I guess it takes a whole lot of footage to be made interesting. Having the cameras around was a little weird at first, but you actually quickly get used to it. The field producers help a lot because they put you at ease, and act as if they are more interested in you then probably anyone they have ever met. That's how they gain your trust and get you to spill your guts.

For more info:
The Insider
Hollywood Reporter
Expecting Models

P.S. The most frequent fan email question: Who cuts your hair? Answer: Frank @ Saloon.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Eebee's Adventures

About 3 years ago I started on an adventure with a few entrepreneurs of children's programming. I was picked to play the "mommy" of a new baby: E.B. I shot the pilot first, and then about a year later was privileged to shoot an entire series, now known as Eebee's Adventures.

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The Artist's Way

After I had Baby #2 (Poopy), I was so worried about losing my "career" which basically represents all of my creativity. After hearing about this program many times over the years, I decided to participate in The Artist's Way. It is a twelve-week program to wake up or rejuvenate or repair the damage to your creativity. At first I thought that I had damaged my creativity simply by inviting children into my life, but it turns out that birthing is the ultimate creation and has actually empowered my creativity.

The program took discipline...especially with a newborn, and I confess there were a few parts that I just couldn't accomplish, but on the whole, the entire experience was a positive one. Don't be scared by the title, you don't have to be an "artist" to benefit. The point made over and over again that resonated the most is that art is a gift from God, and it is ok to align your creativity with the Creator.

Cut to a year after I have finished the program, and I am finally healed. I am in that creative place that I have been searching for for about 3 years. I had been doing really well with my "career" but got distracted by running my business (Brand Kristy Glass as chloe likes to call me). And I had to get back to basics. For me this meant stripping away the modeling, commercial-acting, auditioning, accounts receivables, and schlepping and reexamining how I got to this place to begin with. It all started with a voice. I have been a singer since I can remember, and strangely enough, that is why I am the Playtex Beyond girl today.

But Tampons are not cutting it now. I am demanding more of myself, and my Creator is too. I must sing. Broadway don't want me. Their loss. But I have a voice to share. One night DH had an inspiration and that was for me to record an album. Carrie had tried to talk me into it a while back, but it just wasn't time. The time is now. And this is how I know. Since I began to work on my album, the adversity has kicked in full force (allergies I have not seen like this in a decade, people saying NO, bed bugs, ER visits, lost my keys...the list goes on). Also since I started working on my album, my creative soul is open. All of a sudden I want to learn to sew, take ballet class, make a homemade birthday present for my daughter's 3-year-old friend, read good books, bake, and SING.

Everything is aligning. This is what the program talked about. And it makes me so happy, even amongst all the crazy stuff that comes with trying to do good in the world. I am thrilled.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Swimsuit Model No More

So I am what they call a commercial print model. I am the woman who looks decent enough to sell a product but does not have what it takes to be a model, model, model, as I call them. In other words, I am at a healthy weight, and I cannot remember a time when I didn't have cellulite.

I have always been interested in the Beauty Industry, and dreamed of being a model, but I did not aspire to it until I lost about 20 pounds after giving birth (please don't hate me). I have been doing it for a little over 2 years now, and having a great time.

I was recently chosen to participate in a swimwear story for Prevention magazine. I was a little apprehensive about it, but have similar feelings as Jen when she posted about loving her body post-babies, and so I am pretty comfortable with my body. Seriously if I can poop, pee and puke on another woman (my poor poor midwife), and groan (like some animal I am certain is extinct) while giving birth, I can literally do anything, including pose in a swimsuit for the world to see.

When I arrived to the set, it was a full circle moment for me because about a year to the day earlier, I shot a story for them about eating eggs while pregnant, and I was VERY pregnant. It was nice to walk in with my body "back" one year later. It was a day of firsts for me b/c I had never had my entire body bronzed, I had 16 inch hair extensions (for a previous job), that had never been photographed, and I would be wearing a variety of swimwear.

I was slightly nervous at first, but I ended up having a great time on set and feeling beautiful to boot. I learned where to place my body so that I looked the most flattering, and there was even a wind machine. Whenever the "you look so ugly in a swimsuit" thoughts crept in, I just reminded myself that photoshop was my best friend, and they could edit out the flaws. It was a good lesson for me to know that when I am feeling down about anything (especially when it comes to my MOTHERING), I can just be my photoshopped self until I figure out how to strengthen my weaknesses...but I digress.

The client seemed happy with the photos, and I thought the polaroids indicated that I looked good. Oh by the way, the story (if you click on the link you will see) was about choosing a flattering swimsuit for your figure flaw. My figure flaw?....drumroll please....SMALL BREASTS (among other things). And I left feeling on top of the world that I had conquered a fear and that I would be able to share that publicly...and my boobs did look a little bigger.

I got on the website today to check for the photos, and (gasp) they re-shot my portion with a different model. There I was clicking away and another model had on every single suit that I modeled. Don't worry, I still get paid and everything, but my ego was bruised. I was willing to conquer my fear of not only appearing in a swimsuit but being photographed for all to see, and then I was given the shaft. My wise mother suggested it was divine intervention (ok there were a few rather skimpy bikinis), but I was a little bruised nonetheless.

I think it is safe to say that was my first and last swimsuit modeling was fun while it lasted.