I declared that I was going to be a fashion designer at the tender age of six, and was promptly given a Singer Toy Sewing Machine which had non-working moments, moments of violence where it would prick my finger, and moments where it would complete a stitch or two before falling apart. In reality, I believe that what I wanted more than a sewing machine was a dress form. Something lifesize and lovely; similar to the ones I had spotted numerous times during model home tours where they were used as a chic piece of décor. My dreams of being a fashion designer have since passed, but my love for dress forms is still alive, kicking, and ready to be fulfilled.
I am truly convinced that this
Vintage Iron Dress Form is destined to reside in a quaint little cottage surrounded by fields of purple and red flowers. The creamy white backdrop is just begging to be decorated with bright colors. I'm thinking that a sash cinched around the waist, or a few faux flowers threaded through its bars may be just the thing it needs to bring this beauty to life.