Okay, sing it with me: “I’m too sexy for my head, too sexy for my arm, too sexy…”
So a couple of weeks ago Braveheart took me out for my birthday dinner in Pasadena. No, you are not mistaken, said birthday was in January but we are busy women. And January came right on the heels of our celebration of her August birthday.
I had about three hours between the end of work and our meeting time, so before going to Vroman’s I checked out the closing sale at the Macy’s on Colorado.
If I hadn’t had a camera with me, it would have been kind of depressing. As it was, I got that little thrill I get when I feel like they might not really want me taking photos.
I have not yet been kicked out of a place for photographing, but a woman can dream can’t she?
There was a cashier about 10 feet from me when I took this. This whole floor was dedicated to selling off the mannequins and fixtures. It was kind of creepy and sad, honestly.
For only three dollars more, you get a hand with your arm.
Repent. The end is nigh.
Karmic winners on their way to reincarnation at the Glendale store.
The giant merchandise floor had about 15 racks of men’s clothes, 10 racks of women’s clothes, seven pairs of shoes, and this fascinatingly creepy headless baby mannequin. It was about as heavy as an actual child and bendable. If I were a real artist, I would have taken it home. I think it would have been about $40.00 after the discount.
I didn’t buy anything, but I do kind of regret not at least double checking the price on this kid. I could really see it sitting in the music room with a maraca in one fist.