Monthly Archives: May 2014

A Canadian in My Closet

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Maybe it was the photographer and artist in me who wanted to create portraits of an image actually wearing some of the crazy-cool fashionista pieces of clothing which I never seemed to have the occasion (or the nerve) to wear myself. I don’t really know what possessed me to decide that I just had to have a life-sized mannequin. But however the desire came into being, it continued with me perusing the eBay website until I found her. She was a beauty, and apart from that, she seemed to be a super bargain. The only problem was that she was in Nova Scotia, and the shipping did come at a premium. Nevertheless, I ‘won’ her. The deal was sealed with PayPal. Almost immediately I became embarrassed about this purchase. What was I thinking? But it was too late for that. She was already invited, and she arrived promptly to her new U.S. home thanks to the combined efforts of Canada Post and the U.S. Mail. She came in a huge box that had once contained a large set of speakers. Those now false descriptions on the box worked fine for me when she arrived – a good cover. At least my husband could somehow imagine that I might order a set of speakers – for what, I’m not sure, but over the years he has grown accustomed to me making some strange acquisitions. That large cardboard box took up residence next to the sideboard in the dining room for not one, not two or three, but more than four months. I am ashamed to say Christmas came and went and she was still lying there, hidden in speaker disguise. Infrequently my husband would question me about what was in the box. My answer was usually something like “you’ll find out soon” or “it’s a surprise.” By now you must realize that I have a husband who basically does not try to control my actions. I am sure he felt confident that he would eventually discover what was in the mystery box. By its size alone, it would be hard to hide its contents forever.

A couple of months ago while I was alone I opened the box and carefully moved the torso, two legs and two arms up the stairs. Now she is hiding, still in multiple pieces, in my closet. Is this ridiculous or what? I think she wants to come out of the closet soon. Would you like to meet her?

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