Endings

Had a long and bitter bloggie rant about modelling tonight and then deleted the post two hours later.

Probably offended half the readers for those two hours, so my sincerest apologies to all. It may have been a cracker of a post (IMO), but sometimes it does no good to offend good folks, nor does it do me any good to expose my occasional cynical and disillusioned views about the modelling world. Still, it was cathartic at the time, and I feel much better now. Please just put it down to me having a dippy moment.

I’ve had a week of endings, tidying up loose ends. I pulled two of my youngest children from one (evil) school, and enrolled them at another (good) school (where my oldest is). Now the youngest ones are just serving time at the old one, until the end of term in two weeks. I’ve been zipping between schools all week, plus dealing with coughing, spluttering cold-ridden children. My oldest son got an A* (top mark) for his English project on Mystical Creatures, which (being a wannabe writer) I was ecstatic about, although after two days of solid proof-reading, I never want to see a review of Harry Potter again. Plus the oldest has his first date tonight, with a very pretty girl with long hair and nice teeth (I have a thing about perfect teeth). Aww..so cute. First date at 12! So young nowadays! (I was spherical, hairy and scary at 12 and no-one would go near me until I was at least 17!)

In addition, there were other small niggly endings this week – I got pissed off with one of my banks and ditched them, our Prime Minister quit his job (we now have the anti-christ for a new P.M.), and I decided to take a break from Model Mayhem and web-models for a while, for reasons I briefly ranted about before removing my highly offensive post. Best left dead and buried, methinks.

Plus, the biggest ending – after several years of 70+ hour weeks, the new version our day-job software will be out next week. This signals a new, and hopefully more positive chapter in our lives. The last three years have given me a daughter and nude modelling (in that order) but otherwise, they have been pretty grim, business-wise, health-wise and financially. Without photography to brighten our days, Rich and I would have cracked under the pressure long ago. And that’s the truth. Pretty ladies and ultra-charming photographers have been the light in our darkness, and we will be forever grateful…

On a more annoying note, I bust my hernia stitches again this week (something to do with getting stuck in a doorway whilst wrestling a very large blue sofa - just don’t ask), so I’m on enforced rest again, something I’m very bad at. Tonight, my surgeon threatened me with being completely grounded unless I’m a good girl and do as I’m told. He’s a very big scary chap, an absolute sweetie of course, but these surgeons can be very Dom at times, and of course, I’m a very bad Sub…

Lastly, since I’m finishing off house-keeping, I’ve been meaning to refer everyone to Marcus Ranum’s beautiful critique of the hypocritical Dove Adverts. I have posted this link before to everyone I know, but I can’t remember if I posted it on the blog. Apologies if this is a repeat (my memory is not what it should be).

Right, my three year old daughter is reaching over my laptop, trying to turn it off, so I guess that’s a signal for Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

Nightie, nightie.




Cheeky Lee and Myself, in another of Rich's Zentai series from last year. We did have some more engaging shots, but I lacked the balls to really ham-it-up and start groping her. She wouldn't have minded, but her experienced-fetish-photographer-boyfriend was present, and I was too embarressed!