from my point of view


This lady is really a bit of a trial for me.  She pulls me in all directions hoping that I’ll mimic her shape and size.  She keeps adjusting my screws (it hurts after all these years of being left alone!) and then consults her tape measure as it’s wrapped around some part of her anatomy.

And then she dresses and undresses me.  And dresses and undresses me.  And dresses and undresses me again.  And STICKS PINS INTO ME!!!!  But the worst humiliation was that she used me as a tripod to take pictures of herself wearing the clothing she’s let me wear, albeit ever so briefly.


Dearest dress form,

You belonged to a dear neighbour of mine who lived across the street.  She was tinier than me.  And frailer. Her son asked if I wanted to have you live in my house when she died.

Of course I said yes.

I know you’ve seen better days, but you’re much more reliable and ever-so-much-more adjustable than my “modern” dress form purchased 8 years ago. Thank you for being patient with me. You are such a great help – I couldn’t do it without you!


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