These are the mannequins from a recent trip to Salado, Texas. I’ve always had this theory about mannequins, about how they reflect the general area where they reside…about how they differ everywhere you go and yet, somehow, they are the same. I guess we’re all the same on the inside, right? The mannequins? Ah, maybe not so much.
Many of the small towns in the area have the sorts of mannequins that were antique and hand-painted years ago. This was because they could not afford to purchase expensive mannequins from “the big city” (of sorts) so, instead, they made due with what they had. They fashioned their very own mannequins using materials they might have had on hand. Nowadays? I suppose mannequins are made in China. I guess that’s no big loss, really, I mean, it’s not like we were married to our mannequins or anything like that. Still though, they are now left as these sorts of ghosts, remnants of a bygone era (of sorts.) I mean, I can’t imagine anybody hand-painting a mannequin these days. Heck, they probably can get them cheaper off of EBay (or some such place.) Come to think of it, I bet Etsy has some bad-ass mannequins. (Maybe if I’m bored one day, why, I’ll have to go and check this out.)
I thought these ladies kind of cute in their shop window-y kind of a way. They have their baubles on display in full and even have the sort of manic type faces you’ve grown to expect from, well, manic mannequins.
These are the mannequins of Salado, Texas. I hope you like them.
Until next time…