- Wild Night in Paris
You can’t help but feel alive when in Paris. Everything seems to come to life, the lights seem a little brighter, the music seems a little more meaningful, the shops a little more enticing. Even the window displays come to life…literally.
One cold evening when I was in Paris, I stopped in front of a store front that had two mannequins displaying the most beautiful gowns. I had passed many other displays that night, but this one really caught my eye. It was after hours and everything was closed, and she was doing her job fabulously, which was to pose in this gorgeous gown, calling to passersby…look at me, don’t you want to look stunning like me? Everything about her was perfect…the shoes were of course fabulous, and she was wearing a long elegant black gown with a single strap swept over her left shoulder, paired with the perfect sparkling jewels and the most spectacular black leather elbow high gloves…She was indeed fabulous!! As I stood there I wished for a moment that I could wiggle my nose or blink my eyes and the outfit, shoes, jewels, gloves and all would be mine!!! All mine!!
The next morning I got up early, eager to go to the espresso bar that I had seen the night before. On my way, I passed the same window display and the mannequin that I had been drooling over was still standing in the window as you would expect. What I didn’t expect was that her dress was missing!! Not sliding down, not crumpled on the floor, gone!! And her stockings were sliding down her derriere!!! I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and of course, I had to snap a photo of this very puzzling window display.
Of course, the first thing that came to mind was…Wow, she must have had a wild night! It didn’t take long for my imagination to run amuck, as it always does. Visions of these headless, elegantly dressed mock women dancing the night away, sipping pink champagne and having such a marvelous time that they didn’t even notice that the sun was coming up! Oh no! (I imagined she must have thought) I better get back into my window. She hurriedly slipped into position before anyone noticed that she was gone. What she didn’t realize was that her beautiful dress was still hanging from the crystal chandelier!
Maybe someone else had also been admiring this perfect ensemble, and perhaps they had wished so hard that their fairy godmother granted them their wish! Where was she when I was wishing it were mine?? hmmmm? (you see? It really doesn’t take much for my imagination to spiral down into the abyss.)
Feel free to leave comments…what do YOU think happened to her clothes? What do you think she was doing that night? Let’s see if we can piece together the events of her wild night in Paris!!!
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I have never been to Paris not only do I want to go but you have made me really really want to go to the Espresso bar! LOL! That Hooker got drunk and came home….Nakid!
it reminds me of the movie “Mannequin”. You know mannequins come to life at night, don’t you?? She must’ve had wild night and couldn’t remember where she left her dress before it was time to be back in the window. She should’ve at least pulled her pantyhose up all the way!! lol!!! That picture cracked me up! As sales associate probably stole the dress!!
Well…hmmm, maybe “Coco” was on a date with her fiancée. They were having a great time drinking champagne, eating decadent food and during dessert and several shots of espresso (she thought she might need the extra energy for the après dinner activities) HE dumps her!!!
“So sorry mon Cheri” he tells her but he has fallen in love with his Porche mechanic!
In a magnificent burst of volitile rage she spins outa control and loses her head and…pop!… goes the dress!!
Oh, did I mention she was always a manequin?
All manequins come to life after dark… in Paris!
Dumped by a Porche mechanic??? Well, if the mechanic was female…I guess that is kind of hot! LOL! Poor Coco.
Perhaps she was just trying to get some sun!
She’s dreadfully pale, afterall
You can totally see her cesarean section scar too
Ha!! Too funny!! You have something against being pale??? It was in January afterall. She was totally rockin the pale complexion and wearing her scar with attitude!!
I think she would benefit from a little ‘plastic’ surgery
Hmmmm…Wouldn’t we all.