it's hot out and i hate Gladys' arms

AND i forgot my camera so i basically just had a wrestling match with the feisty mannequin for NOTHING. new fall sweaters have arrived at mod/nos. Gladys got all excited and actually wanted to do a photo shoot so i climbed in the window wearing my three inch heels, pulled her down to ground level, undressed her in the doorway with weird men drooling while pumping gas across the street (gross because Gladys needs a tan in the worst way. and so do i), dropped her arm and chipped pieces of her un-tanned skin only to realize to my horror that the PowerShot is at my house because i thought it would be fun to take pictures of my friends and myself having dinner the other night which i never do but i realized that all my facebook pics were pretty outdated and figured that some new ones wouldn't hurt anyone but then i forgot that i even had my camera because i'm not the girl that usually photographs her every move like some people and which is why no photo opportunities were made so i took my camera out of my purse because i normally feel like i'm carting around a 25 pound bowling bag and that's not good for my back so for now the camera is sitting in my dining room, serving no purpose. and i hate Gladys' stubborn arms but i had to reattach them to her body since she is the star (for now) in the window but they're like impossible which is why when i dress her she looks like she has permanent shoulder pads which is probably why Bri never lets me style the mannequins now that i think about it.

the moral of the story is not to take pictures of people eating dinner while drinking wine. hopefully i'll attach my head to my body tomorrow and we'll have some visuals for you.

kegger at mod/nos!!!

i kinda feel like my mom is out of town. Bri left me alone for five days to tend to the shop all by myself. that probably means Trouble. so basically, i'll be throwing a RAGER and so many people that i've never seen or heard of before will be trashing the place and bringing their friends who have premature mustaches but legit fake ids so we'll be able to get wasted and then the rebel kids from the scary side of town (back in the day that meant Starpoint) will bring acid and shrooms which i will not do but i will watch others partake in and do shameful things such as taking off their pants and making out with mannequins. speaking of mannequins, here's who's coming so far:


he's sexy and the most popular boy in school so he's a shoo-in. and he has no pants so already he's a good time.


she has a half of a big rack so she can come. but she is not sleeping over if she drinks too much because her hair scares me. sexy-without-pants can drive her home.


he needs to work on his abs. but we're going to friend him because he's the one who didn't peak in high school but rather in his late 20s and one day he'll be making the big bucks and those are the ones to go after. just a bit of advice to the ladies in high school.

they look harmless. normally i wouldn't allow children but from what i've read you cannot separate this clan. and i'm very intrigued by inflatable mannequin families. (p.s. i believe these are blow-up dolls in disguise so that's really why they're invited.)


she's already doing 'the sprinkler.' need i say more?


don't be jealous. and she is my best friend so watch your mouth. oh, she will be giving a complimentary workshop later on for those interested.



how did she sneak in? she was not on the guest list last time i checked. i suspect that Gladys is kinda jealous of the other mannequins so i suppose i'll let her slide on this one. also, her sweater is kinda heart-stopping so that alone is her ticket to the party.

p.p.s. the discovery of these 'friends' came from the legitimate search for mannequins for our new store. apparently this is what's out there and what makes sense to some people. who? i'm not sure. but it would certainly make my day to walk into a boutique and see any of the above faces.

luvthathair

i found the most insane split end on my head today which reminded me that i need to get to my stylist asap. whilst making that phone call, Gladys tried to rip the phone out of my hand, claiming she needed her hair done as well. i looked at her in disbelief for obvious reasons. she began pouring her heart out to me about how all she's ever wanted in life were golden locks cascading down her stark white back. she doesn't even care that she has no head to put it on. but i personally find mannequins with heads very frightening. slap some hair on them and forget about it. you have created situation in which i'm pretty sure scary things happen upon locking the shop door at night. that is not a situation that i ever want to discover.

in order to take her mind off her lack of a head i decided to let Gladys do a photo shoot. i personally think it would be appropriate to wear these outfits to the market, possibly with a basket on one arm and Toto under the other while chatting with the food vendors about the quality of the giant limones they've imported from the Amalfi Coast. which i would definitely stock up on and use to make killer vodka lemonades, i mean afternoon tea, with Auntie Em.

let's check up on Gladys, shall we?


you've probably seen this dress before because i'm obsessed and have been wearing it all over Buffalo for the past three weeks. i'm sure the paparazzi have pics to prove it.

you've also seen this sweater before. the pics to prove it are in the previous post.


look at Gladys, trying to run away like a 6 year old who doesn't want to have the dreads brushed out of her long tangled mane before taking a bath after playing in the dirt under the gigantor pine tree with Mikey and Allison on a hot day in July (never happened). i tried to tell Gladys that that is what happens when you have long, lustrous locks. she no longer wants a wig. or a head.

Lady Gladys

we have to cheat on Gladys. well, not really cheat but she might take it that way. we can't help it...mod/nos needs new mannequins for both our new store and to model for the blog. it's too much work convincing Gladys to pose for a photo and then once we finally get her to agree, she must be removed from the window, there's a stuggle with her arms and then she has to be lifted off her post which she sits so highly on. once all is said and done, i feel like i'm dealing with a child and those who know me know that there are many words to comment on the formula of Nikki + child.

anyhow, Gladys just heard us talking about getting her a new sister and she's pretty unhappy. she wants a brother instead but i explained that male mannequins have parts that woman mannequins don't and the clothing would bunch up in odd ways, which some people wouldn't mind but we would and then we wouldn't sell things and therefore we would have to close up shop and be forced to sell her to mannequin slavery which is too terrible a fate to discuss.

so for now, we must disassemble Gladys and bribe her with gas station candy to make her pose in some new fall pieces even though it's humid as heck and the thought of putting on sweaters is making her plaster skin sweat. but They insist on fall in August so we must go with it.



adorable dress from a designer in London, paired with two mod/nos necklaces. Gladys tells us she'd like to be styled with the grey Frye boots Bri just got from ShoeFly. not sure how that's gonna go over. i'm just gonna slink out of that conversaton...


if this dress does not scream 'autumn,' then I'll change my name to Viv and start reading inebriated people's palms late at night on Allen Street while wearing a turban (which i actually really want to start doing. the turban, not the palms).

so into the delicate neckalces for the fall.


genius with the mustard sweater vest. if Gladys is good, I'll let her borrow my gold Michael Kors boots.

so this is just an itsy bit of our fall collection. more to come...