July 28, 2011
OFFER: Mannequins (Galena)
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle group Wed Jul 27, 2011 6:22 am (PDT)
Several mannequins, one female, several male. All somewhat modern in style.
Update posted Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:35 am (PDT):
TAKEN: 2 Mannequins (1 1/2 still left)
The female and one of the male mannequins have been picked up. I have one full male and a male torso left. Thanks.
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God damn.
“All somewhat modern in style.” No Neanderthals then?
I’m not sure I’d consider 2 and 1/2 mannequins, “several.”
“Somewhat modern” is certainly open to interpretation.
You knew I’d chime in here, didn’t you. One word here, Rootstein. We used several models at Saks. Wow, what a bunch of mannequins. These are classics. I remember having Sascha among others. I’m going back to flip through the rest of the site…for old times sake.
I knew you’d stop by, Ricky Cameron. Rootstein!
It seems to me we bought from three manufacturers, Rootstein, Grenneker and Hindsgaul. If I remember rightly, the Hindsgaul’s were the bitch to try to reassemble when the clothes were on.
That is slipping your hand inside the neck of layers of garments to try to slip a four-inch rod from the arm you’d threaded through the sleeves into a hole in the mannequin’s shoulder. Well, suffice it to say, you’d spent 30-minutes pressing the garments, and you’d wreak the press trying to make room for your hand to get in there and guide the rod into the socket. Ah, the old days. Honestly, really, I don’t miss it.
Rootsteins, on the other hand, had a small knob and socket kind of connection. Required only a half-inch of room once you got in there.
Sorry. I’m just remembering.
Rick. I love details like that. I really love them.
And I love you.
Smooch, sweetie!
Try not to even think about getting the leg-rod on the torso under a skirt and Donna Karan opaque panty-hose.
The year I did this, Chocolate Brown was “the new black” for fall. Opaque hose with suede shoes. The shoe color “matched” the leg. It was all about “matte,” not “shine.” (For the record, circa 1990?)
I’ve had a cocktail or two, time to bring out “the punctuation.”
I’ve always been about matte, not shine, honey. Except when I want to emphasize the matte with a touch of shine.
Sheila, you grew up “knowing.” I don’t know how, but somehow I did, too.
Born that way, then we relapsed.
One year, there was matte hose with patent leather shoes. I didn’t like it, but I showed it. Remember the year schoolgirl tartin-plaid skirts were de rigueur with denim bloussons? I can’t remember if we have Y’ves St. Laurent or Marc Jacobs to thank for that.
The ability to “maintain” collapsed in on us.
Shelia and Rick, I am visitin’ and found one of my old “fashion” columns in the high school paper. It was about the midi dress. I had no memory of that piece and would try to pretend someone else wrote it except of course my sassy self was in every word.
Going through old collections is good and sometimes not.
We still “know.” [I] can’t afford to do it anymore. Plus, I’m rarely going anyplace “special.” I can still conjure up an “outfit.” When I do, now I’m “retro.”
Hi Cece, taking a trip down memory lane, too, I see. Smootch, sweetie.
Cece, want to share that piece? I, for one, would love to see it.
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Cece, I too would love to read your pronouncement on the midi.
I developed a sort of amnesia after reading it. I think I snagged it and put it in my suitcase. Or maybe I burned it in the night out by the cornfield. They put in corn instead of cotton this year. Miss Nell claims they are growing it for Jack Daniel, although sister, who owns the land says, “THAT is NOT true.” The stream is very strong here. Always stronger than any impulse toward organizing thought.
“Ignis Fatuus Sighted Near Alabama Cornfield. Local residents baffled.”
That or burning The Guy early. I once went to dinner at the home of a nice young man whose mother-in-law was visiting from England. She was grumbling because he wouldn’t let her have a bonfire that night to burn Guy. This was in the D.C. suburb of Takoma Park, which has an official no nukes policy and every other local law you can think of. I whispered to her, “They would HELP you build your bonfire in Alabama.” She liked that. I think it made her feel better about what she considered our pinched American ways.
Phil has said that when he was a little boy, as there were still WWII bomb craters about, kids would pile up rubbish in the bomb craters for their bonfires.
America is confusing. I reckon there are places in Alabama where you can’t buy liquor, but there’s nothing to prevent people celebrating Bonfire Night.