When I wrote this post for Miss, I complained a little about sometimes getting annoyed while walking down the street with Isobel. (Who am I trying to kid? I wrote it; I complained a lot.) About the people who stop and say hi, or awww, or (ughhhh) try to touch her. Worse, the people who take pictures of her, occasionally with permission, often without asking at all.
Fine. She’s damn cute. It actually hit me a little while ago, like a freight train, that Isobel can be considered fucking beautiful. I’m allowed to be conceited-sounding like that. It took 26 hours of fucking painful labour to produce her. And a lot of chorizo sausage and cereal in the six months prior to it.
Six Months O' Iso
Then, last weekend, the woman who daycares Isobel two mornings a week got a sweet-ass DSLR for mother’s day. And she’s gone apeshit on the kids she takes care of. And Isobel was front and center. Between the camera, this woman’s natural talent and Isobel’s often-hidden grace, there are about 14 photos of her that are breathtaking (in a non-Seinfeld related way).
She’s making me a CD of them all. Some of those photos are like, portfolio good.
This woman and her daughter’s aren’t the first to suggest that Isobel should model. There’s been, by now, over a dozen comments like so. But I’ve always turned down the topic, since a) I had a shit experience modeling and b) she’s Isobel and modeling takes some direction. She doesn’t take direction.
But I’m thinking, fuck it. Why not see about getting the kid some work, and therefore an education?
Because this mommy doesn’t have the moolah to stash in a high-interest fund for 16 years down the road. Because this mommy would really like her kid to attend an alternative education centre in two years (or homeschool, as a second option), which costs money. Because this mommy thinks that one day, Isobel will want things we cannot afford, and every once in a while, $100 jeans are necessary to feel like a real kid.
Because that kid could do it, and love it.
So. I guess what I’m getting at is, I’ve made up my mind to put Isobel in modeling for as long as she wants to do it. And I have no idea what direction to start in.
Don’t tell her father, kay?
