Wednesday, 15 December 2010
An early Christmas
Every time I look at this little lovely I have to pinch myself. I've been dreaming of having a vintage mannequin for over a decade. The longing has been almost entirely based on how the mannequin looks and the feeling of history that is bound up in the form and very little to do with it being a practical aid. But despite this, I've always wanted the mannequin to be the same size as me and finally, after other Decembers spent looking fruitlessly, this one appeared just as my husband was doing his Christmas present research this year.
You might be wondering why she's shed her wrapping and taken up residence before the 25th. That is because when she arrived she had some height issues. Although we share almost identical dimensions (in theory...in reality she seems slighter than me and as though she likes Milka Daim a little less) when she arrived it became clear to my husband that this is how I might have looked had I grown a little taller...for she wasn't just a few inches taller than me, but nearly as tall as my husband who stands at 6ft 2. The website she came from advised him on how to make her shorter, but it involved some sawing and he was hesitant to do this without my viewing her first. So I viewed, I squealed and then we sawed.
Isn't she beautiful?! I added the corsage yesterday after some debate about her attire - the rest of the house felt that she needed to be accessorised in some way, so we took inspiration from how she was displayed on the website and added this lovely pink and gold rose.
Right, I'm off to gaze upon my lovely mannequin again....I am completely in love with her.