Remember the super model, Christy Turlington? Meet her daughter. I have so much to learn from Christy. The tilt of the chin. The bashful eyes. The flattering side on pose. Christy had it all; I had none of it.
Wow! I had no idea my first MMJ snap would come about so easily. A lunchtime stroll to the garden centre and I spotted two likely lads – a couple of teenage boys who looked charming enough. I asked if one of them would be in a photo with me, and though they were curious they both pretended to be too shy. Until the two teenage girls walked past…
‘Ask them, ask them,’ they muttered to me, hormonal desperation leaking from their every pore.
‘Excuse me!’ I called, sounding so much like someone’s mum that the girls stopped dead in their tracks. The girls were delighted, the boys ecstatic. I stood alone in the heart of a whirlwind of teenage flirting. The photo was taken. We were all happy. And, boy, did Christy work it, baby!
Teenage boys. They don’t stand a chance when faced with teenage girls, do they?
It feels appropriate that I was wearing my pink gingham Pendrell blouse, a froth of youthful joy.