My two closest model friends are helping me stage a coup d'état at the end of this month. Yes, I'll be going back to the lingerie and fashion modeling world to see what comes of this misadventure.
Both are models I have photographed recently and have known me longer
than my husband. I believe they have also both seen my old portfolio
and know how much I loved to model in the freedom of my unattached
college years. At the time I was heavy into the goth scene and took modeling jobs for money to keep feeding myself and buying books.
Working and taking a full time course load for a double major in college was fulfilling but
modeling was an adventure.
I'm thinking seriously that I might be too old to get much out
of it. I'm closing in on thirty and thinking about a second pregnancy once we have a plan worked out for health care and savings.
Neither of those is highly conducive to a modeling career. I'm not
working a 9-5 day job at the moment and my photography for the year is pretty much set at a plateau based on the remaining weeks to book until the rush of 2014 weddings begin. Income would be wonderful, but my husband
has his limits on what he is comfortable with me doing, leaving many of
the better paying jobs out of bounds because they require me to be very exposed and I'm not going to push the limits set with my husband.
I'm actually happy that he is not fond of sharing my body, even if
only through pixels on a computer. He has
no problem that I spend my days with women in lingerie or less, but I'm
not the kind of person to go about in less than a scoop necked shirt
over a camisole and jeans even when I'm just working around the house. The idea of posing
in something I only wear for him is thrilling and horrifying all at
once.
I have no idea where this will go, but I hope I'm not too old to make the journey.
