I use to have mannequins in my home.
They were part of an art festival I use to attend.
Actually I always loved dolls and mannequin's I would see in dress shops.
Mannequin's that use to look like REAL people back in the day.
I purchased Barbara in Petaluma, California, at an antique shop.
Her name came with her when the salesman told me people thought she looked like
She had this glare in her eyes, my grandsons were scared of her.
Me too sometimes...
Do you think she has the look of Barbara in her later years?
I purchased this one from an ad I saw in the newspaper.
Drove up in the hills to an cute looking little cabin surrounded by trees.
The sweet excentric young lady that sold her to me was from Germany.
With her accent she introduced herself as
Therefore the mannequin kept the name Christine.
She was a beauty, with her arms wide open, green eyes, her smile.
and a size six...
No longer do I have the mannequin's in my home.
Sold them about five years ago.
They went to a lady who had a clothing store.
I also had a little girl named "Sally" .
Sweet Sally was about the size of a ten year old with blond braids.
Actually she made the move with me two years ago.
Again my younger grandson did not care for her hanging out in the garage.
I sold her to a woman in an antique store.
When I am an old woman I can prepare myself for the grandsons to bring up "grandma's mannequin's".