It's a look that says "If she spent less time on the phone chatting with her friends and a bit more time looking for something decent for me to wear, we would all get along a lot better."
Another in my irregular "The secret life of mannequins" series.
For those of you who are late to the party, I feel I should explain my fascination for mannequins so that you don't think I'm completely mad.
It all goes back to when opened up a clothing section in our alternative, Gothic, Pagan gift shop. We were looking for some mannequins to fit in with the theme and display the strange and interesting clothing we stocked.
The male mannequin was easy, as it was Halloween at the time and a local shop had a regency butler figure who had a motion sensor built in. He looked a bit like Alice Cooper and when anybody went near him, his head would turn towards them, his eyes would move and he would speak to them in a very deep, scary, but very polite voice. Occasionally he would indulge in some heavy breathing, which frightened the life out of some people, but hey, he was all part of the alternative shopping experience. Both we and our customers became very fond of him.
When it came to a female mannequin, this proved a little more tricky. Most of the mannequins on the market were just far to nice and sweet and didn't meet out needs. So after many months of searching we ended up looking at a company who supplied mannequins to the "Sex shop" trade. Some of these were posed in very graphic poses, Kneeling with their bum in the air, on their back with legs akimbo etc. However there was one mannequin in the range that was perfect. She was tall, she had a great figure that would make clothes look great and she was stunningly beautiful. In fact jaw droppingly beautiful, extremely sexy and very very lifelike. She was also standing up in reasonably normal pose. So we bought her.
We gave her a fabulous long black wig and dressed her in full on Gothic velvet and lace ball gowns. She was the talk of the town to be honest. Men would come into the shop just to have their photo taken with their arm around her waist (and other places).
However there was a problem..... in that she was perfectly formed in an anatomically way and the young lads in the village started to come in just to look down her top and peer up her skirt. We resolved this by giving her some nice panties and a pair of fishnet tights and all was well.
But then for some strange reason she started to take on a personality of her own. It was almost as if she got picky about what she wore. Her facial expression seemed to change. If she approved of what she was wearing, she had a sultry sexy smile on her face, if she didn't....... she would have such a look of disdain. Sometimes we would walk past her and her hair would by seriously tousled and she would have that sort of post coital look on her face. I think she was secretly dragging male customers into the changing room and ravishing them. Needless to say Alice (as we had named her) became quite famous and people would have conversations with her, some men offered us large amounts of money for her. She was so lifelike that people sometimes were convinced she was real.
So after having this sort of relationship with our two mannequins for many years, I kind of look at mannequins in a different way to most people. Particularly the ones who have done their time in the big chain stores and have been handed down to charity shops or alternative, vintage and retro shops. The ones who have a bit of character and a bit of personality.
So yes you are quite right.......... I seem to have started out trying to convince you that I'm not entirely mad and probably ended up convincing you of quite the opposite. :)
thank you for sharing your mannequin story - not at all mad - quite normal in my opinion - I would love to meet both :) I have always paid some attention to mannequins but I shall be more attentive in the future
