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friends and myself having dinner the other night which i never do but i realized that all my facebook pics were pretty outdated and figured that some new ones wouldn't hurt anyone but then i forgot that i even had my camera because i'm not the girl that usually photographs her every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.