Swoosh

I don't know how to ski but these sure make me wish I did. I gave skiing a shot when I was very young. My father is a great skier and he decided to take me for the first time when I was about 11 years old. Big mistake. Can you say awkward???? My body didn't know which way it was going. I was really uncoordinated and I couldn't even get myself up the damn tug rope! I was completely humiliated. And it didn't help at all that my dad made fun of me and my little sister who is 4 years younger than me turned out to be a total natural at the sport and was swooshing down black diamonds on the first day. I was not a happy camper. Never again, I swore.

I did agree to give cross country skiing a shot a few years later on a family trip to Quebec. Brave right? I went with the same individuals as the first time. Don't know why I agreed to it but I ended up being pretty happy with how that went. But I never tried it again. Too scarred from my first skiing experience.

But these photos have me thinking. Maybe I can go get hypnotized and overcome my fears so I can give it another shot....:)

Images: Vogue Paris 11/06 found here