She's the fourth to hold the job of wearing stuff for the camera, prior to selling same online.
Because I know you'll find this semi-fascinating, here is my history with mannequins and mannequin-ey things:
The first one was a dress form, like seamstresses use and like they used to sell in the old Sears catalogs. Nice enough, but I couldn't put pants on it because of the pole it rested on.
The second one I found one miraculous day I was up in a little burg upstate, and a clothing shop that had been there since at least the 1930's was closing down. The owner, who was retirement age, was offering regular mannequins for $50 and and ones with glass eyes for $75. I got a $50 one, and was so happy to find a reasonably priced mannequin, but I felt so bad for the owner. She was very weepy, and was having a hard time holding it together. The shop had been established by her parents, and they were gone, the shop was going, and even the town itself, which had once been what's known as a 'thriving metropolis' was now firmly on a downward slide. I still think about her sometimes.
That mannequin lasted for a few years, but slowly bits and pieces of it were getting broken. The stand didn't care for my lumpy floor, and so the mannequin would topple over now and again. Plus, it didn't have an actual stomach; that part was covered with this stretchy fabric, which was not in great shape, so anything I photographed that would show abdomen looked weird and creepy.
The third one was found at the Golden Nugget flea market in Lambertville, NJ. The guy had five or six mannequins from the 1980's. Some were in better condition than others, but I was able to get one of the better ones for $35.
This one didn't have a stand. It stood nicely on its own as long as the legs were placed in the appropriate position.
I'd still have it today if it were able to stand on my lumpy floor.
But like the other one, bits and pieces broke over time. The death knell was when my fiance (now husband) walked right into it and knocked it over in a big way.
At the time, he was screaming 'OH MY GOD, I'M BEING ATTACKED!!!," which I found pretty hilarious, but I stopped laughing once I surveyed the damage.
The mannequin was jointed at the waist, and after having attacked my husband, I could never again join the bodice to the waist properly.
So one day two weeks ago, I was moaning and whining about how much I needed a new mannequin.
WIthin less than 24 hours, God came through with Dorthina, who was found at Quaker City flea.
So far, she's the best of all. Her stand can withstand my lumpy floor, and I don't have to worry about arms and legs getting broken and falling apart. Plus she's fairly light and easy to dress.
YAY!
