Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2005 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I salvaged some mannequin parts when the Old Navy downtown was tossing them. I assume they came from Old Navy because the buttocks of the mannequin legs carry an Old Navy stamp. They're going to Joe's friends Morissa and Jamie sometime soon. Right now they guard my cube, wearing some spare clothes of mine. It is creepy to see a stamped plastic buttock, but also creepy to put my own pants on plastic flesh.
My next-cube-neighbor got a full head-torso-arms-limbs combo, lucky him. The mannequin in question has a "female" torso. I think his experience draping it with clothes was even creepier than mine.