I doubt many bucket lists, mention mannequins. But, the list in my old Barbie Diary mentions the word.
I Want to...
1- Take a ride in a hot air balloon
2- Ride an elephant
3- Live with an Amish family
4- Own a mannequin
And the list goes on.
As a young kid, I liked dressing dolls. When you think about it, Barbies are just like miniature mannequins. I kind of liked the idea of having a child-sized mannequin. It would be like having a giant doll. I could dress the it, in my own clothes and even talk to it. Even better than my imaginary friend, Merrilee Carolee!
By the time I was a teen, I thought the idea of having a mannequin was funny. I read that a women's clothing store was going out of business and I called to see if they were selling any of their mannequins. What crazy fun, to have a mannequin for posing and pranking!
I called up and the owner seemed annoyed. She demanded to know why I was interested. I guess my voice sounded youthful and maybe I stammered some kind of answer. I hung up moments later, feeling embarrassed. She clearly thought I was some kind of a pervert.
All My Characters
Over the years I've inherited some unusual friends. My Chinese Warrior and Sicilian Knight like to dress up for holidays.
A Mannequin Arm
A while back, I found an antique store in Brady, TX with numerous oddball mannequins. Here I am with the owner, who is about the only person in the world who might enjoy the idea of mannequin posing, more than me. The mannequins were a little out of my budget, but she sold me this lovely arm for about 15 dollars.
I brought the arm home and had about 5 minutes of fun. But what the heck was I really supposed to do with this pale arm?
This past year, I've let the arm help me with some holiday decorating. Mardi Gras and Halloween are pretty silly holidays, so I was able to get away with some kooky arm decoration.
Christmas and July 4th?
The arm seemed a little sassy for Christmas and a tad unpatriotic for the 4th of July.
Valentine's Day and Easter?
I'm thinking about handing over this arm to a new owner. It's spring now and time to stop storing so much junk. I think I'll give myself a half check on the Bucket List and retire the arm!
BARBIE BUCKET LIST
I was 8 years old when I got this embarrassing Barbie diary ... about 2 years before my real DIARY YEARS. (12 years of never missing a day) I was more into Trolls than Barbie, so I stashed it in a drawer and forgot about it.
Over the years my family moved numerous times and this super mod diary ended up burried in boxes over and over. For at least 12 years, whenever I ran across it, I would grab a pencil and jot down something ridiculous on the corresponding day. It was like a never ending doodle pad, fillled with more nonsense than reflection. The penmanship and horrendous spelling makes it difficult to read today, but the best discovery is a Bucket List that began on April 27, 1974!
Click on THE BEGINNING to see the LIST and how it evolved.