I had no illusions that my career would be any longer than three years tops.

I have to get off the Internet. It's so unhealthy for me. I do see what they post about me, and it's not always positive. They're mean - though there are some lovely ones. I'm so tempted to post something, but I haven't done it yet.

I love everything about fashion. I even love the fittings and watching it evolve from a pattern to a muslin to the final product.

I don't get cast for every job and I understand that.

I was having panic attacks. I didn't want to live that way anymore. I was in love and I wanted it to work. I was tired of travelling, tired of the whole scene, just tired. I sat around. I was lazy. I wanted a routine, and I wanted to wake up in the same bed every day, and I got my wish.

Designers and photographers still want to work with me and I'm grateful for that. I don't know how long I'll carry on - as long as they'll have me.

I did that Dior Couture 60th anniversary show in July. It took so long to get ready, I think I would have rather been watching.