Every year around this time, the stores start putting out their Halloween and Fall decor, and in the midst of all of that are those infamous ‘pumpkin carving kits’ that we’ve all come to love, right? Well, every year around this time, I am forced to see this product, and reminded that I could have been a world famous hand model for said pumpkin carving kit.
Wayyyyyyyy back in the day, the company that my mom works for created this product, and they asked me to help them out with some pictures for it. I was young, and got a free manicure out of the deal, so I said sure, why not?! I spent the day in this cool little studio, carving pumpkins, holding candy, and getting tended to like all the stars too. Juice boxes and all.
The product hit the stores, and I didn’t realize how cool it really was, til i was standing in line one day at Target, and this lady had one in her cart. I looked at her, kind of laughing, and said ‘That’s my hand, right there, the one carving the pumpkin!” She rolled her eyes, and pulled her child behind her. “No seriously, it is! Look at the freckle on the right hand, and look at my right hand!” Still, she wasn’t convinced, so I told her to look at the company name and location, and sure as shit, there it was. She thought it was SO cool, and proceeded to tell everybody in line behind her, that it was my hand and grabbed my right hand to prove it with the freckle.
This was it. This is what it felt like. The feeling I had been waiting for all my years of training in middle and high school theater class. I had made it. I was a star.
Turns out, I would end up being a one hit wonder. They pulled the product off the shelves within the first year or two ((I don’t remember exactly, as I was going through an intense therapeutic routine to manage my denial)) That was it? That was all the time as a famous hand model that I was allowed? Psh. I’m not going to let a crashing career ruin my destiny. I will use Halloween as my platform to remind people that I am still here, that I still have hands, and that I stand strong for all other hand models whose career ended FAR too soon.
Oddly, enough some 15+ years later, I saw my infamous pictures on the shelves again while perusing the aisles the other day. Different company, because it seems they sold my images..but still. I’M BACK BABY! Have your people call my people, my calendar is filling up FAST.
You’re welcome for this very entertaining, and 100% true story. Now you can tell your friends and family that you are friends with somebody famous.