A few weeks ago, I heard my mother in law answer the phone and say: "Umm, no, but Kristal would be good at that! Do you want her?"
Uh oh. My great mom-in-law greatly overestimates my abilities in almost every aspect of life. For all I knew, there was a nuclear bomb headed towards Paradise and they needed someone to stop it.
When she got off the phone, she explained that a lady in our ward needed a model to do a photo shoot for the magazine she works for. I had no idea what to expect, except that I would get paid 25 dollars. I really hate getting my picture taken... I think I'm the poster child for non-photogenic-cy. But, the thought of being able to claim 'professional model' on my resume greatly outweighed any aversions I had to having my 'camera-face' in a magazine. So I did it.

Ever since, Matt has been singing that Flight of the Concords song to me, "you could be a waitress, or a part time model"
I was waiting to blog about this until I either bought the magazine, or found it online... and today I found it online. So here it is in all it's glory.
I think it confirms my non-photogenic theory... considering there are three pictures of me, and two are of my bright yellow shoulder.
the part time model:)















