Where Do I Start?

This blog is so fresh and new...just a couple of days old. I'm filled with excitement and apprehension. I want it to be funny and interesting, truthful yet sensitive.

I've had two blogs before (surprise surprise!). All went well for a year or two or three. Then I went through a nasty divorce and my ex's lawyers found out about it. They tried to use it against me in front of court appointed psychiatrists and the judge. I don't know how well it worked but I know that I was completely mortified and in a state of utter disbelief.

The even crazier part was that this was all happening in Italy. His lawyers barely spoke english, let alone were they able to read it! They were trying to decipher what my words meant and find hidden meanings in everything I wrote! Talk about unsettling. It would have been funny if my kids weren't at stake in this whole legal proceeding.

Long story short, I made it out of Italy after six years with two of my three boys and I'm now back in my home country...the good ole U.S.of A. I've never been particularly gung ho or patriotic about America, but believe me, when you live away from the place you were born and bred long enough, you really start to miss it. Or at least I did.

Where i'm going with this i'm not quite sure. But as you can probably understand, I'm a bit wary of starting up another blog. I am however willing to throw caution to the wind and try again. I love to write and I find blogging a good creative outlet for me. It helps keep me out of the dark alleyways of my mind.

So here I go again...

Embarrassing Moment

I have so many of them, which one should I choose?

One moment that stands out in my mind was when I was the tender age of sixteen. I had just moved to NYC to do modeling and I was on location for my first job for a major fashion magazine. I was beyond nervous but I tried to play it cool.

I looked anything but.

It was the end of July and I was dressed in leather and wool because we were shooting for the October issue. I was sweating like a pig in high heels. As I teetered around (trying to model!) a small group of on lookers started to grow.

After about five or so minutes there were twenty-five to thirty people standing around watching me. I was mortified! But despite my sweating and the balancing act I was performing in my heels I managed to pull off something that looked semiprofessional.

After about twenty minutes the photographer had gotten his shot. I was feeling pretty confident with myself and started to strut past the crowd back to the location van. I was so focused on everyone else looking at me that I forgot that not only was I wearing super high heels, I also had a very tall and hair sprayed to the heavens beehive style going on with my hair.

Between the shoes and the hair i'm sure I was standing well over my six foot height. I apparently became blind because I promptly ran into some lower branches of a tree. My hair immediately became stuck and I couldn't move without risking yanking my hair out of my head.

Luckily I was rescued by some guy walking down the sidewalk but not before the whole crowd of people noticed what was happening. People started to laugh. Suddenly all of my supermodel pomp and circumstance was washed away. The hair stylist came over yelling at me for wrecking his creation. It took all I had not to break down into tears right on the street.

For the rest of the shoot I was a cowering like a wall flower and couldn't wait to get away from all the people I was working with!