They say that behind every great man is a great woman, but I think they should say that behind every great man-or woman-for that matter- is a mannequin.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dot, and as you may or may not have guessed, I am a mannequin. When a certain person I know just couldn’t come up with an idea for a blog post, I thought I’d give it a try. (After all, how hard can it be?)
My full name is Dorothy Dash-or Dot Dash for short. If you are up on your Morse Code you’ll recognize that dot dash, or ._ is the letter A. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that Valerie’s daughter’s name begins with an A. Pretty clever-I have to say. Anyway, just call me Dot. I’ll know who you’re talking about.
Here are my vital statisitics-or the dirt on Dot, so to speak. I stand a cool 6 feet tall. My measurements are 32-24-32, and my lovely legs are 36” long. ( But don’t be jealous, because after all I’m not real.) And let me tell you-- not only am I shapely, but I am firm too! Abs of iron, buns of steel…I have it all. (OK so I’m fiberglass to be precise.) I have blond hair, and brown eyes and I came all the way from New York City! I am rather embarrassed to say that when I did arrive, I was dressed only in my birthday suit, and in pieces no less. Luckily Valerie seemed to have a good grasp of anatomy because I was all assembled—and dressed-- in no time.
My life is good. I have an important job to do, modeling for Valerie, and I do it well. But if I could change anything, maybe I’d spend a day or two as a red head or a brunette. I’d have even more cute clothes-though I must say that I love, love, LOVE my sailor dress. (I like the way it shows off my legs-now if I could just meet a cute sailor, but hey, I don’t get out much. ) Most of all, I wish people would talk to me -- ask me for my opinion once in a while. After all, I may be a mannequin, but I am certainly no dummy.
Any way-hope you enjoyed my two cents. Maybe I'll get to write another post some day.
Thanks for reading,
Dot
