As you may know from the ABOUT ME section, I was a child star with a challenging start to life. What you may not know is that a long while back in my early twenties, I was a model. As I am a little short I didn’t make it to the catwalk but still starred in many campaigns. As I got older my looks dwindled, no one wanted the ‘old girl’ and ‘her’ wrinkles anymore.
I was destitute having spent all my modelling money prior to bribing doctors to surgically lengthen my legs, trying to perfect the right shade of copper hair and a personal, on call manicurist. I thought it was over, until I got a call. A huge campaign launching Halloween in Australia.
A sexy cat I thought, I would do that great, or a hot witch rocking a skimpy leather outfit. I turned up ready for anything, ecstatic they were happy enough with my portfolio to choose me….
I felt quiet smug, I must say, as a model left the studio in tears. Obviously because they had pushed her aside for muwah, Tamzen Temple, short in stature but a supermodel nonetheless.
I put on a one piece black bather like thing and deathly heels with spikes. My style, I thought, wild and crazy. All I needed was some little cat ears and I would look the spunkiest Halloween cat ever.
Deep in my thoughts of grandeur a voice snapped me back to reality.
“Here, put this on and release your inner pumpkin.” The wardrobe assistant handed me a pumpkin helmet.
“I’m not wearing this. I’m Tamzen Temple, the amazingly talented model.”
“Yeah and I’m Coco Chanel, do it or leave like the others.”
I held it in my hands and stared in the mirror asking myself, how did I get to this point? I decided I could leave then with no payment or be the best darn pumpkin I could be. I ate pumpkin pie, oh I mean humble pie and took it as a sign from the universe to put things in perspective. The day before, there was no way I could even afford to eat pumpkin. Now I was one.
The photographer snapped away and I gave it my all, crazy pumpkin, sexy pumpkin, angry pumpkin, blue steel pumpkin. I used all my past modelling experience to capture the essence of what a Halloween pumpkin was. I was on fire.
The campaign was a massive success and I still get royalties to this day and we at the Temple laugh and refer to those cheques as my ‘pumpkin money’.
While looks may fade pumpkin will always taste delicious in soups, roasted, in a pie and even scones.
What I have learned from this is I don’t really care about getting older, in fact I am honored. My pear figure is what it is, my carrot hair has a few greys and my almond eyes will be surrounded by alfalfa wrinkles. I don’t have to go through all the comp the young ones do, like the pumpkin shaded fake tan, trying to be a butternut and not Just Another Pumpkin. I am comfortable being a wrinkly 43 year old vintage pumpkin.
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