Time, Weather, Transport and Money: A Matrix

If you commute in and out of the city like we do, you may have noticed that the traffic seems to have gotten worse over time.  I don’t mean to be one of those “it always gets worse people” (the equivalent of, “kids these days!”), but really – empirically – it seems to take f-o-r-e-v-e-r to get home from NYC over the past several months.  I used to figure on a good five hours for a typical go-see or audition, and when I say it’s been taking seven plus hours sometimes, I am not kidding.  (And please feel free to shake your head and tsk-tsk me on this one; I get it, it sounds insane.  Sometimes it is.  Did you read my last post?  Maybe it’s all connected.)

Yesterday all the stars aligned and I was able to take my daughter to two go-sees.  I had no doctors’ appointments (first weekday in forever), her kindergarten end-of-year assembly was in the morning (in a combined 23 end-of-school-years for my children, I had been to exactly one other one when I was on maternity leave, so BIG MOMENT FOR ME)…and I had the afternoon “free.”  Don’t let that fool you – it’s not like I don’t have a million things piled up from my Spring O’ Paralysis – but I actually sort of thought, hey…I can do this.

Now, being a little short on the cash (co-pays, HSA, etc…feeling kind of broke right now), I wanted to be semi-fiscally conscious.  I used my Best Parking app to check out garages, but these two go-sees were in the fashion district, and parking in that part of town is outrageous during the day.  I was getting amounts like $48 for over an hour.  Let’s throw in some time concerns.  I wanted my daughter to stay in school as long as possible but had to be mindful of two go-sees, one of which was quickly getting the reputation of a million kids with a zillion hour wait.  And it was raining.  Dry day?  Walkable distance between the two.  Pouring rain with a kid who needed to look presentable?  No walking.  So, I’m thinking about the matrix of money, time, transportation, and weather.  This is a true model-mom’s matrix.  And probably the reason why we drink wine immediately upon returning home.

 Rain means slow driving.  We learned that in drivers’ ed, right?  Well, rain on a 100 mile commute could mean three circles of hell in Dante’s world.  But…but…there was no traffic.  My WAZE app took me my most direct and favorite route.  I hardly tapped the brakes.  When I got close to the city, I decided to aim for…wait for it…street parking near a subway.  And where better to do that than my old neighborhood?!?  I got off the West Side Highway at 125^th Street, zoomed my way up Broadway, and parked smack in front of the Barnard College gates.  I maxed out the Muni-Park (six whole dollars) in case we had to wait two hours at the go-see and then wanted dinner.  Add the ultra-convenient bathroom in Barnard Hall (I had a big iced-tea along the way) and we were on the downtown #1 train by 2:15.  Frame of reference: I left my daughter’s school at 12:15.  I made it to the city, IN THE RAIN, parked and went to the bathroom in TWO HOURS.

Smooth sailing on the subway…and my indelible memory of the layout of the Times Square station had me exit the subway exactly one block from the address of go-see #1.  A little rain but not pouring rain fell on the way…and we wound our way through one of the big fashion district showroom buildings, which are filled with designers’ workspaces and showrooms where buyers can come to place orders.  These buildings are very cool.  The hallways snake around seemingly endlessly, and you can peek in the glass “storefronts” at the different designers’ stuff.  It’s not like you can shop, because these are appointment-only businesses, but it’s a cool insider view of the fashion industry. 

We were headed to a designer who makes gorgeous stuff – including bathing suits for children.  I won’t name her here, but for those of us in my age range, we may remember her as the teenager who dated Jerry Seinfeld way back when.  Anyway, we waited just a few minutes for another little girl to finish trying on the samples, and then it was my daughter’s turn.  Cute suits!  Nice people.  Good go-see.  And…done, on to the next.  And…of course, by the time we got downstairs, it seemed like the rain had picked up.  We put on our jackets (despite the steamy 80-ish temp) and I had to decide what to do next. 

We needed to go downtown 12 blocks and across town an avenue block and a half.  That’s about a mile.  Probably not a problem on a dry day…but rain?  Sacrifice good hair?  No.  The Subway wouldn’t be too bad, but it would still be about a third of a mile walk.  A battery powered hair dryer might be a good model-mom tool, now that I think about it.  So, executive decision: we would take a cab.  Ok, New Yorkers, what are the odds of getting a cab on 39^th and Seventh Avenue at 3:00 on a rainy day?  I scoped out the street corners (four options) and made sure no one else was hailing a cab…and we waited.  And waited.  And got one! after about only 3 or 4 minutes.  NICE!  The ride was relatively short to the next go-see, and I started to get a little worried about what we would find. 

The model-mom grapevine had been all lit up all day about this one…I was hearing about long waits.  But whatever!  I wasn’t freaking out about getting home for baseball or worried about a meter running out or my garage fee going into the three-figure range.  Upon entering the building, a good sign: there were no other kids waiting by the elevator.  No other kids actually in the elevator.  And immediately off the elevator: no other kids.  I saw the name of the product on the directory and saw the studio number where they were casting, but then I saw…like, one kid.  There was no sign in sheet so I waited outside the studio and found out that there was a separate studio being used as a waiting room…which didn’t sound good.  So I went over to that studio and…and…there were two kids and moms in there.  And one mom/kid combo was a friend I was hoping to meet up with since I knew we’d be there around the same time.  SCORE! 

So…all told, between the waiting room and the casting studio, there were maybe two or three kids waiting along with my friend’s daughter.  They were taking their time with each kid, so it wasn’t a snap-and-done go-see, but the wait was really minimal.  How did this happen?  So far this trip was going supremely well (save a little rain) but – truly impressive at this point.  I could only imagine what hell would await me on the ride home.

We took the subway back uptown, and started getting excited about having some scallion pancakes at Ollie’s on 116^th Street.  I hadn’t had lunch and was saving my pig-out for some fried Chinese deliciousness.  Another nice train ride, which included my daughter chatting up the other kids on the train, and we were back on Broadway and 116^th…and…Ollie’s was all boarded up.  WHAT THE HECK?  I have been eating scallion pancakes at this place for 25 years!  So…we drove home.  (Reminds me that I need to find out – is it CLOSED or being renovated?  Anyone?)  And when I say we drove home – I mean, we drove.  We didn’t sit in traffic.  We actually moved.  And we left the city at 4:15, which is like, totally in the zone of rush hour.  And there was still some rain.  But there was no traffic!  A tiny bit of volume here and there, but no traffic jams!  We stopped in Danbury for a bite to eat (take out) on the way, and made it back to our house at 6:35.  It was really remarkable.

So here’s my tally:

Drive in: 1:45

Parking: $6

Subway: $5.50

Taxi:  about $9 with tip

Waiting at two go-sees: about 15 minutes total

Calories of scallion pancakes: 0

Drive home: 2:20

Savings from NOT paying $48 plus tax (that’s like, 18.75%, no joke) to park: About $30

Traffic time saved by parking uptown: lots.

According to the matrix, that all adds up very well.

Now we’ll wait to see if anything comes of the go-sees.  Statistically, probably nothing.  But, I had a nice time with my kiddo.  We didn’t get too wet…but we were bummed about the scallion pancakes.

 

My daughter and her buddy at the second go-see...shout out to my friend!

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Bizzy Paralysis (A Personal Account)

So, the Bizzy Mama is depressed.  Not like, sad or bummed out…but actually depressed.  As in, Major Depression, diagnosis code 296.33.  This depression, in my case and many others, as I am learning, is bosom buddies with crushing anxiety, panic, and sometimes a little agoraphobia.  You know, just so they have a posse.  One illness on its own is apparently not enough.

I chose to write about this because one of the biggest struggles with these illnesses is the fact that most people who have them don’t look sick.  And if you look at many of the symptoms, it can come across as laziness…or even sloth.  Unless some people really want to take a bit of time to learn about these conditions, it can be very difficult to understand how willpower alone can’t touch these symptoms…and quips like, “Just get it in your head to get up, start moving, and get through the day” get received as so demeaning and guilt-inspiring…can actually make the symptoms worse.  This is a physiologically-based illness, just like diabetes, heart disease, or Alzheimer’s…and so much of the traditional perception of what makes someone ill is based on what you can see or observe about a person.  When you see someone staying in bed all day with overflowing laundry and dishes in the sink, you think lazy.  When you see an Alzheimer’s patient disoriented, you think, oh how sad…I hope that never happens to me…is there a medication for that?

And then when someone commits suicide, I often hear people say things like, “How selfish!  Why didn’t he just reach out for help?”  Truthfully, depression-related suicide is far more likely to kill us than things like liver disease, hypertension, and Alzheimer’s.  There’s a mortality rate to this shit I’m dealing with.  And it’s no small potatoes.

I’ve battled forms of depression my whole life, with my first flare-ups in high school (only diagnosed retroactively, though) and an official first diagnosis in college.  It became particularly bad about a year after the birth of my first son, and I’ve been treated for it more intensively for the past fifteen years or so.  I also have some features of Bipolar Disorder, which do not meet the specific symptoms of Bipolar I or II, but can be nefarious enough to be ready to treat at the start of symptoms.

A few weeks ago, I shut down.  I’ve had an incredibly challenging year (I operate on a school-year schedule) with my boys being in a car accident, my mom being diagnosed with cancer THE NEXT DAY, and my spouse battling illness during the winter.  Work has also been tough, with new evaluation systems, curriculum, and teaching expectations…that make it a place virtually unrecognizable in relation to what I experienced twelve years ago when I started in that district.  I’ve had ups and downs all year, many of which I attributed to being situational – see above.  But even when things started settling down, my migraines intensified to two – three days a week.  Migraines cause exhaustion for me, and I began to spiral downward, even while my doctors were trying to find me some relief.  In the quest for some answers, they found my thyroid to be

Completely out of whack, and all of that created a recipe for disaster.  I could hardly leave my bedroom…or even my house.

So, I’m working on it all.  I have a lot to say – things about the symptoms and the thoughts that run through my head; things about the impact on the people close to me; and things about my treatment.  It will come.  But I thought I would let you know what’s up – and I’m also determined to show that hey, “normal” (that’s like foul language) “high achievers” can suffer from mental illness.  No, you probably won’t understand or recognize us unless you’ve been there yourself, but I’m here.  I want to try and help one person the way others are helping me…and if I do, sharing all of this will be worth it.

I won’t forget to write about the biz or the Biz, but considering how paralyzed I’ve been, I’m just happy to get this out to you!  Thanks for reading.

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The Makeup Test

I have referred to makeup a few times in previous posts – most specifically, I think, in the post about the connection (or lack thereof) between child modeling and pageants.  I’ve been thinking more about it lately and a mom friend (shout out!) gave me some ideas that I can address in a post.

A little back story on me.  I loooooove makeup.  LOVE!  You could lock me in a Sephora for about three days and I would be happy as a pig in poop.  (I really want to say the sh-word, but I’ll keep it PG.)  My mom was never uptight about when I could or couldn’t wear makeup and I always favored a very natural look, so I began playing around with it sometime in middle school.  (And my mom is a makeup whiz herself.)  Now let me put a little emphasis on playing with makeup.  I almost never actually wear makeup.  I own a full set – foundation, powder, mascara, etc…but I only wear it for special occasions.  I am a very low-maintenance “wash and go” kind of girl who gets up at 5:30 am and likes to be out of the house by about 6:20, so I just don’t make time for it.  Drying my hair is, like, a big beauty day for me.  And, I have an extremely un-glamorous profession, so I don’t really need to dress it up on a daily basis.  But I still love makeup!  I like to put it on for fun, try new products, in search of the Holy Grail item that will make me look ah-mazing.

When I started playing with my mom’s makeup and then fiddling around with my own, I knew exactly what I was doing: I was trying to look grown up.  Playing grown up is a childhood rite of passage – we play house so we can be the parents; store so we can be consumers; and doctor so we can…KIDDING!  Anyway, I associate makeup with looking grown-up and I get uncomfortable when I see little girls with a lot of makeup.  It’s obviously a bias that I have that some others do not – and my bias doesn’t necessarily apply to little girls playing dress up.  I get it; that’s fun.  A few months ago my daughter did a photo shoot in which she was fully made up; foundation, blush, eye makeup – and I was on the fence about how I felt.  It really was nothing was over-the-top; it was mostly a natural style, but it noticeable and was much more than she would normally wear at a typical photo shoot.  I think I mentioned before that paid photo shoots for most children in our market involve very little makeup.  The typical look can include a tiny bit of concealer (little kids often have thin skin and can look dark under the eyes), a tiny bit of blush just to give a rosy glow, and maybe a bit of lip gloss – not so much for shine but to eliminate dry lips.  Older kids may get a wisp of mascara, usually clear or in a color that matches their natural lashes – and usually only on the ends of the lashes so they are “visible.”  My daughter’s and my eyelashes are light blonde on the tips, so a tiny bit of mascara can actually make it look like we have lashes.

Once I saw the pictures from that made-up shoot, I realized it really wasn’t a look I preferred for my daughter.  My parents were really not happy with the pictures – they have a much more conservative stance on how children should appear in pictures, and I kind of thought – well, this is not really for us.  Contrast that with the shoot we did with Gina Kim a couple of weeks ago (see previous posts) in which my daughter wore NO makeup, and I have a definite preference for the natural face of my child.

But back to that list of the makeup that is more common for the shoots we usually do.  What about makeup cleanliness?  I believe that the sickest my daughter has ever gotten was within about a month or two after she began working regularly.  It was one of those stomach-fever-lethargy viruses that seemed to hang around for about a week.  I chalk that up to a shoot in which she was one of several little kids on set – germ city.  Was it the makeup – perhaps the lip gloss – that they used on her?  Maybe, but we all know little kids can catch a bug from any number of forms of contact.  (And if you are getting started in the biz and you’re worried about your young kiddo catching a bug from other little kids, it WILL happen and it’s just like any activity your kid would join.)  So I’m wondering if I should get our own little makeup bag of a few items to use when we’re on set – and just hand it to the makeup artist (that’s MUA in biz lingo) for our own personal use.  I mean, we don’t just put samples on our own faces willy-nilly at Sephora…you just cannot always guarantee the cleanliness.  Does anyone bring your own makeup to shoots?  I’m not super over-protective about stuff – I realize that germs happen, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.  Because, as we all know…herpes (mouth or otherwise) is the gift that keeps on giving.  I’d also love to know exactly what to get for a little kit – any ideas?  Essential items?  Brands?  Let me know!

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It’s not about the money, money, money… (cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching)

I was looking back through some of my daughter’s tear-sheets that I’ve posted on Facebook, and I found a comment on one picture that suggested I should quit my job and live off of her salary.  Obviously it was a light-hearted remark made by a friend who was genuinely happy for my daughter’s accomplishments – and I took it as such, but commented back to make sure everyone realized that child modeling is NOT about the money.  REALLY, it’s not.

Many of us think that talking about money is tacky, and generally I agree, but I also work in a municipal job and my salary is public record.  Model moms talk about the “rates” of jobs all the time, but what does it all add up to?  I know that people outside of the biz who may want to consider getting their kids into modeling legitimately wonder what kids make…so here goes.

A basic booking for a typical job is $100-$125 an hour with a two-hour minimum (there are some exceptions…more on those later).  Agents expect you to accept that basic rate and not turn down the job because it doesn’t pay enough.  Some kids who are top bookers and work during the school day may be able to ask their agents to negotiate a four-hour minimum, and that makes for a better rate for missing a day of school.  By “typical job” I mean clothing and department stores or catalog/online companies.  Some of these jobs may also offer a day rate, which is probably in the $600-$800 range (so can actually be less than the typical hourly) and maybe as high as $1000-$1200 for the day.  If a company is in town for several days doing a shoot, they may use your kid five times for 2-hour bookings, so you may have to go into the city five times for ten hours, or they may book you in an 8-hour chunk and a 2-hour chunk or whatever combination.  A mom (shout out!) of top repeat booker for a company told me last summer that her daughter had worked 80 hours (that’s EIGHTY hours) for a company during a two-week time period.  NICE, right?!?  Cha-CHNING!!!

Some companies pay hourly and then provide a usage fee for the kids who go to print.  That tends to be more common in commercial print, which is the type of ad you see in a magazine, say, for a car company or laundry detergent.  Sometimes these ads pay the usage bonus because there may be exclusivity involved – for example, if you are in a Ford ad, Honda may not want to use your kid for an ad within the next few months.  That’s not usually a big problem over on the clothing side, but I do know of a few companies that want exclusivity.  Since that exclusivity expectation can take you out of the running for similar campaigns by different companies, they really should pay more to make up for your lost opportunities.  Pharmaceutical companies typically expect exclusivity, and will make you promise in writing five times before you even show up to the casting that you haven’t been in a pharmaceutical ad in the past whatever amount of time.  I’m not even really exaggerating here.

The print jobs that tend to pay the best are campaigns done for products or companies by ad agencies themselves (as opposed to in-house creative departments that produce catalogs and store signage).  These gigs can be clothing but can also be things like insurance companies, watches, jewelry, and the commercial print products I mentioned above.  They usually have an account from the client to develop and carry out the ad campaign, so their budget tends to be bigger.  These often pay well in relation to other print jobs but not as well as the adults get paid, which seems really unfair – especially when the kid and adult are in the same shots and on set for the same amount of time.  I take that back – it doesn’t seem unfair, it IS unfair.  Note to self: explore class-action lawsuit.  Anyway, these jobs are often up over $1000/day, and it’s really awesome when your kid books one.

On the low end of the pay range is editorial work.  Editorial is magazines (either printed or online) and can be a little as $50/hr or sometimes even free/unpaid.  The free/unpaid work does not usually go through agencies, and I’ll write more about unpaid work in the future.  (Controversy alert!)  One editorial job we did was $150/day, and that’s probably about as low as agency work goes.  It was, however, Elle kids (Italia) and thus a great gig, but you do those for the quality of the shoot as opposed to the pay rate.

Location shoots seem like great jobs because of the travel perks, such as nice destinations and good hotels, but they are usually a day rate (and they typically work you as many hours in the day as possible) and are a whirlwind pace.  Don’t get me wrong, I totally want my daughter to book some fabulous location gig someday, but they usually don’t afford you the time for a “vacation” segment of the trip.  Some location shoots are a travel day, a shoot day, and a travel day back home…so not a lot of relaxing going on there.  Beach shoots, in particular, can be tough for little ones, because it can be hard work to keep the kid dry and not sand-covered while waiting to shoot when the water is right there.  That takes a pretty disciplined child model to be hanging out on a beach all day just for pictures.

When booking through an agency, the agency takes 20% from the gross pay and 20% from the client.  Let’s say you have a 2-hour $125/hr job.  The total paid to the model is $250, which the agency will receive, and take $50.  The agency will receive an additional $50 from the client.  Your child will receive a check for $200.  That assumes, however, the client does not use a payroll system for models but hires them as independent contractors; clients that hire the models will ask for all the paperwork you would bring to the first day of a job (W-4, Social Security card, proof of citizenship) and then send a check to the agency after deductions for FICA and other taxes.  Then, of course, you get far less than $200.  The commission for the agency still comes off of the $250…so you do pay taxes on that and would later deduct it as a business expense.

How does it all add up?  A friend’s daughter that I know made in the ballpark of $45,000 last year and she is what I would call a TOP booker.  If a kid books 3 2-hour jobs a month, maybe give or take a couple good day rates and some lower editorial rates, that adds up to around $8,000-$10,000…and that would probably be considered a regular booker.  (And remember, 20% comes off as well as taxes in some cases…)  So, bottom line, this is NOT a big-money career for a child – and sizes are not consistent either, so you may have a great year and then a lousy year right after that.  (Cough, cough…size 4!!!)

Expenses are too big of a topic for today, but sometime in the future I’ll go through the expenses involved in a typical day of work for us.  

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The response to my letter about the "Reunion Discount"...and my response to that.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about a letter I received from my high school -- where I had subsequently taught for eight years.  They had offered me a "once in a lifetime opportunity" to receive a discount for attendance at the centennial reunion.  I was put off -- to say the least, and I shared my reaction with you.  A friend asked me a few days ago, "Whatever happened with that letter?"

Here's the response.

Dear Diane,

I am sorry that you took offense at my letter to graduates/former faculty concerning Centennial Reunion Weekend. I certainly had no intention of offending anyone or belittling your service and commitment to our school.

Centennial Reunion Weekend is a once in a lifetime event specifically for our alumni. It is meant primarily as a time for them to re-connect with their classmates and friends. Both current and former faculty are welcome and encouraged to join our alumni
during the daytime events, and so far we have received a nice response to this invitation. The event on Saturday evening is a celebration of our alumni and given the sheer number of former faculty and former faculty/graduates and the costs associated
with the event, we are unable to offer the event free of charge. All Alumni must pay a fee to attend, but as a courtesy we offered a reduced fee to former faculty/graduates. Please be assured that we have researched this issue at length with our sister
schools who have celebrated a Centennial recently and this is the common practice.

We have scheduled numerous other events throughout our Centennial Year that will be open to parents, faculty (current and former), alumni, students and friends. Some will be ticketed events, but most will be free of charge.

Again, I am sorry that you have interpreted our invitation this way.  As you have requested, we will certainly remove your name from all mailing lists and will continue to notify you of your deceased classmates.

Sincerely,x

And here's my response to THAT...

I'm sorry that you seem to have misinterpreted my message as wishing for an explanation of your need to justify the request for payment or as some sort of request for you to change your fee schedule.  I believed I was clear in my introduction that I had no intention of attending.  Rather, I wanted you to know that in this case, perhaps no gesture whatsoever would have been better than the gesture that service and dedication to the School somehow merited a discounted meal.

Please also know that I spent many hours as an admission officer as well as a proud graduate and faculty member.  Never did I ever remember being informed that an answer such as yours, that you tried to make the same policy as "sister schools", would be satisfactory in any sort of school marketing or promotion.  In fact, I find that explanation rather trite.

I thought ___ prided itself on rising above the rest, as evidenced by the adherence to the Five Values.  Also worth noting, I served on the committee that chose, developed and implemented those Five Values.

But if ___ wishes to present itself as consistent with "sister schools" so be it.

This has left such an incredible bad taste in my mouth.  Your response certainly did not mitigate my feelings expressed this morning.  I guess I thought ___ was different.

Sincerely,

And that's all she wrote.  Done and done.

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Happy Mother's Day to my model moms!

I was thinking all those sentimental Mother’s Day thoughts, and decided to bring some of those over here to the blog – not in a cheesy way, but more in a way to show the appreciation for the model-moms I’ve met during our time in the business.  Whenever people ask me about my favorite part of child modeling, I always say “the people I meet!” because I really have met some of the coolest people.  There are some shout outs here, but I don’t want anyone to feel left out – I just want to share a cross section of the moms I’ve met and how I’ve met them.

The first model-mom friend I met was a mom I began corresponding with via Backstage.  I noticed her kiddo was active in the business and she was with the first agency with which we worked.  I liked her writing style: casual but knowledgeable, and after some regular correspondence, we realized we had similar tastes in music, were in a similar age range, and had compatible senses of humor.  I can be wry and sarcastic, so I appreciate it when people “get” me!  As we got busier in modeling, she began introducing me to other moms, and helped me figure out which kids my daughter was shooting with…and I slowly but surely got to know more and more people from there.

Meeting more moms in the business grew exponentially through Facebook.  I would connect with moms I met at shoots and moms whose kids shot with mine, and I slowly figured out who knew whom and how other people were connected – did their kids shoot together often?  Do they live in the same town and carpool?  Do they have the same agents or managers?  Are their kids BFFs?  And slowly but surely I put more names with faces and got to know some very cool moms.  I even met a mom who lives two miles from me – which is crazy since we live over a hundred miles from the City.  These moms are – on their own – fantastic women.  While many are SAHM’s, just as many have full-time careers they juggle with their kids’ busy schedules.  Two moms I know are ER doctors, one practicing emergency medicine and the other practicing psychiatry – and they have three and four little ones respectively.  I know moms who are pharmacists, bankers, bakers, lawyers, and flight attendants.  Moms who run their own or their family businesses from laptops while on set.  A sommelier!  An accomplished poet!  Some of the moms who stay at home had careers in television, fashion and finance.  My friends are devout Catholics, Orthodox Jews, Greek Orthodox, Evangelical Christians, Bosnian Muslims and everything or nothing  in-between; Chinese, Polish, Korean, Ukrainian, Russian, Puerto Rican, Hungarian, and even from Ohio… These are seriously educated and dynamic women who somehow, like me, tumbled into the performing arts for their children.  (And if you happen to meet up at a roof-top bar, they are even more fabulous!)

I have to say, and I do not mean to disparage PTO moms in my town, but it’s been hard for me to meet fun people outside of my colleagues – I never really connected to the “mom scene” at my kids’ schools, mostly because I always felt on the fringes because I could never do the meetings and activities most of them seemed to do during the day.  Meeting these model moms has seriously broadened a horizon for me that I didn’t know existed – I’m so lucky that I found a way to meet new friends in my forties.  While we do talk a lot about the business, we’ve also shared a lot about our personal lives.  Sometimes you spend a few days on a set with a small group of moms, and during the course of those days, you can share a lot.  If I’m on the phone trying to make sure my kid gets dropped off at drivers’ ed, I’m bound to be telling you about the challenges of coordinating kids going back and forth between two households in the summer… and that might lead to a story about my ex… which might lead to some back story about my first marriage… and divorce… and you get the point. 

You just get to know each other.  And soon, you experience births and deaths… job losses and illnesses… and did you know that we have a hold for whatever company?  It all blends together.  And it makes sense to us.  If I go to the waiting area at ballet class, I’m probably not going to strike up a conversation with a random mom and kvetch about ANOTHER Joe Fresh go-see after going to four and never booking…for the same reason I wouldn’t launch into an explanation for the professional goal data report I have due at work the next day.  It’s shop talk, and for shop talk, you need people who work in the same shop for a truly good sharing session.

Bottom line: I love my model-mom friends.  Shout outs to all!

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Preview Photo from Gina Kim Shoot

What else can I say...I'm in love with this photo!  This is a preview posted by Gina Kim...stay tuned to her blog, Enfant Street Style, to see more in the future.  The suit is by Florence Fancy, and the shoes are by Nina.  Hair by...me; makeup: none.