Scaling A Dream- and being disappointed.





 Once upon a time (1978) in a sleepy little fiefdom (Kent) in the land of Ohio, lived a  fair maiden (me) who toiled at mastering her craft (Graphic Design) amongst the jolly boys (gays) and evil sheriffs (nasty gay professors) who attempted to thwart her every contribution (portfolio reviews) and banish her from their castle (department).


They (two professors in particular) felt their domain was not a place for a GIRL. I kid you not.


The maiden, however, felt differently, and went and won a national art contest in spite of them.


‘So THERE, ya big assholes’, could be heard around the world.


Mademoiselle Magazine

is looking for


in it’s annual competition for

Guest Editorships in NYC.




Yes, she was chosen as one of 14 (out of thousands) to come hither out of the bailiwick of mediocrity and receive senior year credit as a contributor to the (then) modern-day bible of fashion, not as a copy editor, not as the fiction & poetry editor, not as the career editor, no no nooooooo…but as the associate FASHION editor- in a FASHION magazine.


Score one for the girls.


When the evil sheriffs received the news they were s-t-u-n-n-e-d.


‘What have you done? And how could you do this without our help?’, they spit through thousands of dollars of orthodontic intervention and faces that reddened under a tub of bronzer.


‘Help? What help? Ever?’, was her reply, as she ran a perfectly manicured red lacquered fingernail over the certified Congratulations letter.


‘This can’t be possible’.


‘Oh, it’s w-a-y past possible. It’s done. And the University President is just thrilled, though a bit confused as to why your department hasn’t signed-off on my portfolio yet when Conde Naste Publishing has such confidence in my work. ‘Ya may have to do that soon’.


So off she went in her carriage (airplane) to live in a castle (apartment in the Barbizon Hotel), eat Big Apples (Le Cirque), scale the towers of Gotham (Madison Ave.), dance the night away (Studio 54), make a few new friends (Perry Ellis), and even do a little work, all with her magic bag (black velvet) under her wing (vintage Chanel coat) and the wind at her back- for exactly two months- before the fairy dust cleared and she realized that all of the things she had been reading, and believing in, and charting her course by between the pages of a ‘glossy’ were just made-up, willy-nilly, around a big table by a slew of unhappy poorly paid people that had access to really good tickets but couldn’t pay the rent.


It was time to go home.



Sometimes you just have to write your own ending.



Modeling in the September 1979 issue of Mademoiselle Magazine. PINIMAGE

Modeling in the September 1979 issue of Mademoiselle Magazine.



My Before & After published in August 1979 Mademoiselle Magazine.PINIMAGE

My Before & After published in August 1979 Mademoiselle Magazine.

  • Cary Vaughn - This was fantastic!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why were those gay men so mean to me, I want to know??? Insights?ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I want more! Tell us more about what it was really like, and how you came to your disappointment–inquiring minds really want to know!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - So your saying you want ‘details’?ReplyCancel

  • Mary - Loved this! Congratulations on such an accomplishment. I want more, I want every detail.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Details might get me sued. *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Wow, loved it from start to finish. Definitely want more too.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - EeeGads… okay. But only because YOU asked Sue.ReplyCancel

  • Princess Rosebud - Need any Devil Wears Prada stories!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Fantastic makeover. Love how you did that. Oh, I once was a receptionist at John Robert Powers (when it was still a powerhouse) in Phoenix. I was allergic to their makeup, but I did learn how to put it on if I ever want to look really good for a few hours before the rash takes over. Sorry you had your dreams dashed. How many young people hung on is what I wonder. Your experiences are fascinating.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - I love your stories so Cheryl! Next installment in the life and times of the Fair Maiden coming soon?ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - I’m chiming in on the wanting more from you per your stories from inside a fashion magazine and the fashion industry!ReplyCancel

  • Kim Tackett - 1979 I was working in the advertising department for an alternative newspaper in Chico, CA. I was the only one who shaved my legs. Kind of different, but the same. Love your story!ReplyCancel

  • Diane - So interesting!
    And ditto to the ‘I want more’!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ll have to change the names of the living so I don’t get death threats+ a law suit.ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - I guess it’s all part of life experience that has moulded you into the person you are today – I’ll let you provide the descriptors!.
    Around the same time (1978) my dreams of becoming a professional footballer (soccer player) were being dashed. Life can be such a bitch.ReplyCancel

  • Pia Savage - That must have been amazing. I think NY in the 1970’s–mid 80s was the greatest place on earth but I’m prejudiced as
    I lived on East 63rd off Fifth then. When The Barbizon became coed it had a great bar for awhileReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - How fun and awesome is that? Hope you rode your white steed (hot man) into your castle (Studio 54) and were worshiped by the serfs (drag queens).ReplyCancel

  • Linda - What Carol said. More! Dish it, lady. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - DISH DISH DISH that’s all I’m hearing! Okay. If I protect the names of the living maybe I could pull something off…ReplyCancel

  • julie - I read this on Mamapedia. The thought occurred to me, is it fun to piss off the stupid people? I think it might be. I can’t believe how rude people can be, and I felt bad for the mean things that were said, which is why I thought about poking the hornets nest. Just cause I can. I resisted. How grown up of me!

    I applaud your article and I am happy to see that you did it despite your lack of guidance from the people you employed to help educate you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Well, thank you! It’s funny you should say ‘you employed to help educate you’ because, really, thats’ what is is isn’t it? Some people and professions aren’t on the up-n-up about what their agenda is. And money (tuition) and time are a finite commodity. ps: I love poking the hornets nest. *wink* Stop by anytime!ReplyCancel

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