I will never be famous. I never want to be.
I wouldn’t want to live like Jennifer Aniston; consistently being hounded, stalked, living with no privacy, where a picture of me would be worth a million dollars.
But I did come close.
Okay, not really close, but my name and photo was printed in the local newspaper.
My senior year of high school, my friend Sherry and I entered a poster design contest. The challenge was to design a theme for the Missouri anti-drug program, “Mo Says No”. I guess you could say this was the start of my graphic design career.
Our concept was using a deck of cards with pictures of various drugs and alcohol on each card; fanned out like a losing hand in poker. Sherry and I worked for weeks on this poster. We drew out the cards and hand-painted the drugs and alcohol illustrations with acrylic paints. We laminated and hand-cut the lettering for the headline until our hands were sore. What I would have given for a Mac back then!
“Mo says No…Because there are no winning hands in drug and alcohol abuse.” Clever, right?
Then the day came that our art teacher told us we won…honorable mention.
Not first place, but it was still a big deal for two small town girls with no real idea what the heck we were going to do with our lives. We got a write up in the Versailles Leader-Statesman and we even traveled to Jefferson City to meet the Governor.
And the following fall, during the Versailles Apple Festival, we stood center-stage on the “Mo says No” parade float. Sherry and I wore beautifiul ball gowns. Mine was a sky blue jewel incrusted gown with puffy sleeves and Sherry wore dazzling red chiffon. We waved and smiled from atop the float to our adoring fans…oh, sorry, I was daydreaming!
But seriously, there was a parade float, but I was off at college so I wasn’t there to see it. I hear it was lovely though.
That is my 15 minutes of fame. If you can call it fame.
So, what was your 15 minutes of fame?