Get me to ‘Doll House…’

Right, so in case you didn’t know, growing up through my entire life, I was a model. Not a fashion model (I’m only Five foot four)  or a commercial model (I have the weirdest ‘non commercial’ features,) I wasn’t an Influencer (we didn’t do ‘social media’ back then)….I was a glamour model.

I didn’t find IT. IT found me….as I was sat outside a coffee shop, on 3rd & La Cienega, by The Beverly Centre in LA. (Which is where I did my entire 20’s.)

And with being a model..when you DO grow up and become an ‘oldie,’ you kinda miss ‘glamorousity,’ madly and at the same time, you kinda lose your ‘va voom’ a bit. You look at your shoot pictures and think…‘I’m sure I used to look better than that!’ Lol.

I do still model. Yet it’s nothing It was ‘back in the day’ when I was living in Hollywood, on three flights a day, being booked, shot and dashed to different states, every few hours, simply for a bit of sexy picture taking. It was my job. I remember landing at airports and messaging my THEN husband, to see how his auditions or filming for the day had gone?

It was a dream.

When I was a little girl, it was was all I wanted to do. (Well, I wanted to be in show business…) and I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to. So, I’m grateful for that. I’ve lived the most wonderful life. I still am. I’m just in a different chapter. And I always say that I’m the luckiest girl in the world, because no one is more determined than I, to ENJOY LIVING, whilst making any dream I can.. come true, for both children and myself.

Literally, no one is MORE GRATEFUL than I, for every single piece of life, love, family and opportunity I’ve been given.

BUT WAIT…

Of recent, when it’s come to the writing, the blogging, the influencing, I’ve felt on top of the world, almost in a ‘hero’ excitement of ‘I’m smashing it.’ And it’s important to enjoy the moments that you’ve rightfully worked hard for. You can be humble all you want. Yet, I don’t believe that any successful human, doesn’t do a cheeky ‘happy dance,’ or boast a bit of a flaunt, in the name of celebration.

It’s natural. We need to hold on to and celebrate all happy moments in life. 

However, when it’s come to the modelling front, and I have shot recently….and i’m still shooting now….I’m kinda feeling a little insecure. I now have ‘wibbly’ bits that weren’t there before and that never used to bother me. Now..it does. Especially when young ‘just turned 20 year olds’ are wiggling on it and OWNING THEIR niche, rightfully. (Which I love. Yet it does make me feel OLD.)

You will have seen my posts recently and if i’m feeling this way, then I think many women are also! So i’m wanting to help the 30 something year old woman, celebrate her own WOMANHOOD. I’m wanting to inspire, bring confidence and encourage us 30 something chicks to not be afraid to ‘wave the flag’ in the name of ‘sexy.’

SO, in order to sort myself out (because I need to find my own internal ‘ooh laa’ and quench my thirst of glamour pussing, in front of a camera, i’ve been on a hunt. (And I fancy myself in front of a camera, so DO know I have HUNTED, to find something perfect.)

I’ve literally been searching our delicious world wide web, for the absolute BEST photog to shoot me, and get me back to feeling beautiful again. I feel sexy. I don’t feel beautiful. It’s taken me months to find someone to help me celebrate my WOMANHOOD, and I was looking for a FEMALE photographer.

I’m about to venture back on the telly and I don’t want to sail through all the PR… looking rubbishy.

Two weeks ago when I came across ‘Doll House Photography.’

If you didn’t know, I adore ‘old school’ glamour. A proper boudoir shoot. A glamourous, luxury themed shoot. A picture that tells a story. Be it cheeky, or delicious. It’s kinda hard to find these days. But it’s my favourite type of glamour shoot and that’s what I wanted to do. That’s what I’ve been looking for…And I’m stubborn, so if that’s what I want …that’s all I do. 🙂

*Wink, Wiggle*

I went through their ‘socials,’ their pics, their lives, their everything…I’m awful for it…Haha. Plus, of course, I absolutely loved that the infamous Chrissy Sparks was the photographer. If you aren’t aware, Chrissy is mind blowing. She’s award winning. She knows how to get the shot out of you. I looked through the results and thought they were out of this world.

The women looked divine, yet, classy. So SO sexy. They oozed a swirl of magic. They dripped empowerment and a decadent luxury. I loved it. I wanted it.

NOW! 🙂 

*Pass me my Prosecco!*

I then read that if you shot with them, you had the full range of dressing rooms, filled with wardrobes and wardrobes of lingerie, corsets, which is any glamour pusses dream. They have pieces to delight everyone,  IN ALL SIZES, waiting there for you, to shoot in. (I like that. I hate having to take everything with me. I hate luggage on wheels.) Whilst you’re there, you get the absolute five star treatment. You hardly get that on a shoot. 😉 Behind the scenes of modelling is a lot less glamourous than you think.

But the thing that moved me the most, whilst looking at the ‘results,’  was the fact that ‘Doll House’ didn’t service models. (You’d  assume that ONLY models alike would be shooting with ‘Doll House’ photography. You’d assume that you’d have to be a size 8, or some kind of Pageant Queen, to be shooting with Doll House Photography. That can often can be intimidating.)

Yet no…I looked online and found a ton of before and after pictures of real women, of all ages… who wanted to do or feel the same as I!

Take a look…

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They had their hair & make up done. They had help picking out their outfits and they were shot by one of the best female  photographers on set, in the UK.

The women are given control of their ‘ooh laa.’ Their shoot. Yet, directed appropriately by the best of the best!

That’s what sold it for me. The simple fact that firstly it was fun. Happiness makes girls look hotter and the fact that the studio went out of their way to empower women. Y’know, make us FEEL beautiful. (How something makes you feel is all that matters.)

That’s what I want. That’s what i’m looking for.  I mean my love life has been shocking of recent. I’m not bothered about feeling or looking *blah* right now. Haha.

Give me GLAMOUR.

I’m stepping up my game…

But honestly…

…sometimes, when you’re a chick and when you’ve been through all sorts…Y’know, ‘walked a life.’ Be you young or old….Sometimes you just NEED THAT MOMENT, where you kinda feel feminine again, alive again, beautiful again, POWERFUL AGAIN….

And that ONE moment alone….acts as a graduation of your kitten soul, from little girl to WOMAN, as you embrace all that is YOU…and show the world what you’re made of.

I’ve shot with so many people, all around the world and I have never  met an actual company that goes out of their way to personally celebrate women, on a ‘one to one’ level, from the moment you walk in terrified to the glorious picture result! They represent women represent SO WELL and they pretty much take a girl, who is still hiding in her cocoon, onto her next ‘BUTTERFLY’ level.

So if you’re looking to be that ‘butterfly,’ or need a bit ‘ooh laa’ in your life…. I’ll tell you right now, I’ve found you the most beautiful place, to celebrate being a woman!

It’s a Wunna Land pick!

Look at some of these result pics, where real woman found their  ‘magic’ and celebrated their pwn version of WOMANHOOD.

Get me to ‘Doll House!’ 

DOLLHOUSEPHOTOGRAPHY.CO.UK

See you there…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Great Guys, Bad Days & Karma

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WHAT A DAY! *Cue: STRESS RASH EVERYWHERE!’* Lol

Anyway…Sunday’s are usually what i label ‘Funday’s’ as it’s the day in the week where i get an afternoon to simply ‘just do me.’ It’s the calm before the busy work storm. The chill. The…ME. The recoup. The afternoon where in which i do the things that I WANT to do, rather than the things that I NEED to do.

It’s been stressy, lol…and i could focus on all the bad, rash n’all…yet instead i’m going to do what i do best and pin point the positives of the day…which is…NONE! HAHAHA.

Starts off, life is Dandy. The babies happy. Ruby throws a drink in my face and storms off to her room because i refused to let her bully her brother because she was bored. Pretty loving moment. 🙂 Pretty calm times in Wunnaland.

We all make up, i make them eggs….life goes on…we’re all looking dapper. I’m feeling pretty and dare i say cute? I do the baby drop offs…First stop Pete’s (where in which my little independant female loin fruit, * dolls off * up his drive with her buggy, without a care in the world! She likes to be out and about, she’s not a girl that is very clingy, she’s a firecracker. Like the wind, she’s gone and on the look out for her next adventure. I wonder who she gets that from? The last thing Ruby wants, is ME ruining her plans for fun.) It’s funny as i posted a video on Facebook, which got Pete into trouble by accident. Lol.)

Then I did the Junior drop off with Keiran, who had some crazy ‘cave man’ beard. I tried to video the drop off for fun, as Keiran’s the opposite to camera shy. But my phone didn’t work and instead I only got a few seconds and then got carried away with making fun of his beard. He likes a bit of banter though…so all in all…life was fine.

Then it was ME TIME. The time where in which i could do anything i wanted for a few delicious hours of bliss. I knew i needed to get my nails done and that I needed to begin purchasing my Autumn work wardrobe. Burgundy is IN. So, i decide to enjoy my drive into a town centre, swoop into the multi storey car park, pause to press the button that will slide out my ticket…and as the barrier goes up and my car drives 3 inches forward…LIFE STOPS!

MY FUCKING CAR BREAKS DOWN, RIGHT AT THE ‘UNDER BARRIER’ ENTRANCE OF A BUSY MULTI STOREY, SHOPPING CENTRE PARKING FACILITY….and behind me all all these cars honking, shouting and moaning at me. 🙂

Fuck sake! I pick my moments! I always break down in the worst spots!

So there i am, dressed ridiculously glam with my diamante earrings in bling, with legs out and fur bimbo boots..plonking on my hazards and running out to the car behind me to with an,

‘Oh my god, I am so sorry…my cars just broken down, so i just need to find help to move it and then you’ll be sorted.’

EVERYONE’S HONKING AND SWEARING AT ME. It’s hilarious. No, it’s mayhem…and i looked like some amazingly glammy TOOL, just ditzing about, as i’m trying to get my car shifted. I panicked…and that’s when i felt my stress rash! The rash of the DRAGON!

Infact one guy shouted ‘It’s about time something bad happened something to her!’

EWWWW!!!!!! I should’ve kicked him in his teeth, but i didn’t. I thanked him.

Yet, I did notice that NOT ONE MALE got out of their car to help push the Mercedes into a spot that was literally right next to me.

By this point i was still very smiley and PR’ey, yet ANNOYED, so i start running forward to the area where in which you can get your car valeted whilst you shop. I don’t know the guys, but they have valeted my car before, so i kinda know them. And before i’m half way there, I notice that he’s already RUNNING DOWN to save me…he gets to me..and he’s skinny, young, polite and polish and says ‘Don’t worry, i’ll help you lovely, i’m already here.

He runs straight up to my car with a friend who also works with him and begins instructing me, as they start pushing my car out the way.

Now everyone’s feeling like a tool, as they’re so lovely and i’m being ever so grateful to them…so everyone is now crawling out from under the woodworks to save me.

By the end of it, there were  men pushing my car…ALL THE WAY DOWN to the valeting area and helping me steer, as i wasn’t strong enough to turn my wheel. AWWW!

At one point they had to push me back, as i missed the ‘turn now’ spot and in that moment i looked through my windscreen and saw the two polish guys, two men who grey haired men who looked like they were fifty seven and a lady…pushing me backwards..and it restored all my faith in humanity, because out of all that bunch of sweary, shouty folk, these were the troopers who were kind. AND YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE KIND.

Anyway, we get to a spot and i overly thank everyone. They all disperse, but the two polish guys stop to help me further, sort out my car and try to mend it.

‘You’ve got nothing to worry about, so don’t stress, we just need to fill up you’re coolant and oil up etc….and you’ll be fine.’

I love men that utter the words ‘don’t worry, i’ve got this for you.’

Anyway, they did and it all leaked out the bottom on my car. HURRAH!

Then i had everything to stress about, so i did the first thing that anyone would do and that was write about it all on Facebook Lol…and then call my Mum.

I let the boys get back to work and i ventured off for a while, until my Mum could meet me two hours later and so the AA could come and fix my car.

I had my nails taken off and a KFC Zinger burger. I had a stress eat. LOL

My mum arrived at around 3pm. We called the AA and then i went back to visit the two polish boys, who had gone out of their way to help me…as they had been working all day, valeting everyone’s cars. I didn’t have time to get anything or anything nice for them…and I always do, as my manners are on point. So instead i slowly walked up…and I *paused* them both, handed them some dosh and said,

‘This is just as a thank you, for helping me, i really appreciate it. You don’t know how much it meant to me.

Straight away, the main guy was all,

‘Nooooooooo, i can’t accept that. We didn’t do anything and we definitely didn’t do it FOR anything. I see you all the time and just knew you needed help…so…’

‘Well, i’m just gonna go leave it over here…’ (By this point, i’ve taken over their stand, in my fur boots, diamantes and forcing them to recieve kind gestures from me for being lovely.’ Lol And then i merrily walk off, to wait for the AA with my mum.)

The polish guy, grabs it and runs after me…

‘Nooooooo honestly, i just can’t accept that…I just..’

Then my Mum chirps in with a,

‘DON’T BE  SO SILLY, GO GET AFTER WORK DRINKS ON HER WITH IT! YOU DESERVE IT.’

No one messes with my Mother. Lol.

And in that moment, the guy just looked me in the eye, with this gentle, super grateful eye smile, with his dosh gift in his hand…and said,

‘Well…thank you so much, it…’

‘It’s fine. 🙂 ‘

It was weird because he LOOKED so grateful yet, HE WAS THE ONE that did the helping me?

Anyway, I got back in my car and waited for the AA man.

He came, he couldn’t fix stuff as everything was too broken. He kept pulling things out of the bonnet…a band, a donkey, a pretty boy from 2014. Lol. All sorts! So it had to get towed…and again sweet guy, he knew that my power steering had gone and that i was far too weedy to drive the vehicle, so he started it up and drove it all the way back to his van and towed it off to a ‘fixer upper’ in Ackworth…as i got a lift home.

I HAVE NO CAR. BUT I’M HOME!

My Mum looked at me today and said, ‘Y’know, what i love about you, you’ve been through so much in life, but you’re still so filled with love… as you would say, that’s some good going girl’ and smiles at me like she couldn’t be any more proud. 🙂 🙂

Life is bliss once more. I mean thank God for all the people who helped me today and thank god for my Mother. (I have the best Mum ever and she’s taught me how to be a great Mum because of it.) I might have a stress rash, but i’m pretty lucky afterall and i feel good for thanking that guy! He looked overwhelmed and i love that!

I’m lucky to be noticing more and more decent people around me. It makes me happy.

This incident reminded me of that time in LA when i broke down, on my way to a club, dressed like a stripper, at night on Laurel canyon…and this guy named Kevin Brown, who i worked with came to help me, after i posted it on Myspace. He didn’t have to do that, but he did…and he says he did it because when he first arrived in LA, he was stone broke, but had his pride and never moaned about it to anyone. As in LA, it’s all about ‘the show’ of who you are, rather than ‘who you actually are.’ He once asked (and it took him A LOT OF BALLS) to borrow $4 dollars to buy lunch (we worked together at Crunch Gym and he was starving) and i gave him $20. But only because that was all i had on me. I didn’t think anything of it, really. I just sort of said, ‘Have it. Keep it. I’m not bothered.’

But it meant so much to him because that $20 apparently lasted him a good while until payday. And yeah, he’s a good guy and would naturally help anyone, but that’s why on that night…he got himself out of bed, trundled out in the rain and came to my rescue. I mean GOD i even took him to the club that night to hang out with all my friends and get Hollywood PISSED! Lol.

Whats goes around definitely comes around…..

Try your hardest to be thoughtful. It’s the smallest things that make the biggest difference….