....and she found me today. Back in 1996 when I started in this crazy business I bought a wonderful old dress form, and promptly sold her. What was I thinking? Since then I've seen a few like her, but there were always too many Georges on the tags.
Today I stopped at a little antique mall that I rarely visit and there she was.
She was tagged with a very reasonable price.
Her fine form was obscured by a poodle skirt and a wool coat. The salesperson cheerfully disrobed her so that I could check out her assets, and called the dealer who graciously lowered the price a bit.
I think she was waiting there, just for me. Ever feel that way about your finds?