Lady #1 in all her glory
There’s a house near me whose occupants have a sense of humor. In the country, lots of people have old cars, junk, and painted ancient farm equipment in the front yard. It’s rare to see statues or even gazing balls. These folks have three pregnant, headless, armless mannequins.
When they first put these ladies out along the trees that line the road there were four of them. None had clothes on but they looked chastely modest. One dark night someone made off with Lady #4. She’s never returned.
I hope the thieves have taken her traveling like those flamingos you read about. Taken pictures of her to send back to the family of Lady #4. Pictures in Mississippi, Florida, New Orleans all dressed up or in a swimsuit or draped with Mardi Gras beads. Maybe mailing a few postcards to the family and the other ladies, chatting about her travels.
The remaining sisters, moved for protection and now tied to their posts, pose among the trees that line the driveway to the house. With the cold weather, all three started wearing clothing. It isn’t weather appropriate clothing which bothers me.
I’ve caught myself tsking and thinking the nighty and panties ensemble on Lady #1 was not nearly warm enough for the weather.
Lady #2 looks chilly in her sleeveless white print dress of some clingy fabric. It’s only Lady #3 that has a semi-weather appropriate green dress.
A month ago, someone fitted Lady #1 with a magenta bathrobe that’s carefully tied just above her bulging belly (see photo above). Guess someone else felt she looked cold, standing there in the snow in her scanty nighty and bikini panties.
The neighborhood has adopted the ladies. People talk about them, wondering if they’ll have a new wardrobe when summer comes. I haven’t heard that anyone has named the ladies. Naming may be going too far. Still, I’m tempted.
Since the bathrobe addition, the ladies’ clothing hasn’t changed. Rain, snow, wind, or sun, the headless, armless, pregnant ladies remain in silent repose, casually leaning against the trees.
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