THE MANNEQUIN’S CHRISTMAS PARTY . . . a fairy tale for all sewers and unorthodox fashion mavens

Fairy tales are meant to be told and retold especially at this time of year.  Now more than ever the world needs to believe in a little magic.   I have a mannequin.  Her name is Victoria.  She has been my alto ego for many years.  I whisper secrets to her,  and regale her with stories as I  sew  my way through life.  This is story of Victoria’s first Christmas party

The heavy cream parchment envelope was addressed  to  Miss Victoria Mannequin. The Atelier.

It hung from a scarlet silk ribbon tied round the atelier  room door.

“You appear to have mail, Victoria.'” I said with great excitement.

‘”Shall I  open it for you?”  I asked my mannequin.    Victoria really didn’t receive much mail.  In fact I couldn’t  remember her receiving any mail at all

Victoria has been my close companion as I threaded needles and  welded my flashing silver scissors cutting out Chanel inspired suits, little black dresses, evening gowns and even a wedding dress.   She has stood  uncomplainingly  as I pinned fabric, draped ruffles and adjusted collars and hems on her patient form.

”  This is exciting.  It’s an invitation to the annual mannequin’s holiday party. ‘

“Miss Virginia,  I want to  be  outrageously gorgeous.  I must  carry the sparkling purse The Tin Man sent from The Emerald city.”


“Of course, darling Victoria.  I am sure Tinny would want you to look outrageously beautiful.”

“And your feather boa.  I ‘ll fling it over my shoulders and it will drift around me when I dance?”


“Dear Victoria, the feather boa is absolutely you.” I exclaimed.  ” It’s very flirty and more than a touch romantic.”

“I want to sparkle like the stars in the winter sky.  Do you think  your crystal necklace  would light up my night?”


“The crystals will shimmer and shine and you will positively glow.” I replied.

I fastened the layers of crystal around her neck not hesitating to guild the lily.


From deep within my closet of beautiful  memories I took out a scarlet silk tunic worn  to a Diwali party, and buttoned  it on her.  Then I added a rich, sapphire silk jacket.  You can never have too much silk or two many jewel like colours when you dress outrageously beautiful.  I draped the jacket over her shoulders.  Adjusted the feather boa and pinned on a red silk  rose to my sweet Victoria.

“You are ready for your party, Victoria.”


Victoria  twirled and danced around the room.  The feather boa floated.  The crystal necklace sparkled.  The Tin Man’s purse glittered.  She was outrageously beautiful.

“Miss Virginia, do you think this is all too much?”

“No my wondrous Victoria.  You look perfect!”

With a flash or her red soled dancing shoes Victoria swept out into a star spangled night and  the waiting limousine.  When I woke the next morning I saw a pair of shoes, the soles worn thin, outside the atelier door.  It was a very good Christmas party.

(ADDENDUM   Recently my mannequin decided she was going to re-invent herself.  After months of wearing  spandex  and watching Netflix she said good-bye to Muriel the stay-at-home mannequin and changed her name to Victoria.  I believe there will be exciting times ahead for her.)


19 thoughts on “THE MANNEQUIN’S CHRISTMAS PARTY . . . a fairy tale for all sewers and unorthodox fashion mavens

  1. Oh dear, I hope my mannequin Talula doesn’t get wind of this party–she’s adores excess and begs to travel at the least whiff of an invitation. But alas, she might not be able to live up to Muriel’s high fashion standards!

    • Don’t tell anyone, Jo Nell – but Muriel is wearing Spanx. I found it easier to pin things to the Spanx rather than the fabric that covered her form. I told her she looked very svelte and now the girl refuse to take it off. She is just a trifle vain and even when I am not persecuting her with pins she likes to wear something wonderful. XX Virginia

  2. Muriel floated delicately into the party, catching the eye of every mannequin. Muriel well knew how the mannequins liked to gossip about who wore what, and what wore who.
    Rusty and tattered, but in her best bib and tucker from the 19th century, “Old Judy” held court with the rest of the best dressed near the vintage crystal punch bowl.
    Tradition from this special party was: Old Judy would create the ” Five Most Outrageously Beautiful” list . The next morning all mannequin social media would be on fire with the news.
    As Muriel passed by Old Judy, Old Judy knew that Muriel would be number one.
    ⭐ wonderful Virginia, xoxoxo ⭐

  3. Oh, I completely agree, Virginia and Muriel. You can never have too much silk, feathers, faux fur, or when you dress outrageously beautiful. And YES. The jewel like colours really pop. How was the shindig, dear Muriel? Do tell. (I’m also a fan of Spanx. The company now offers sparkly tulle garb for the arms. Brilliant, really. Keeps the arms stylish and warm.)

    Big hugs,

    • Muriel sashayed home in the early hours. Her dancing slippers worn threw with happiness. Tulle to delicately swath ones arms. How perfect, Miss Theadora.
      Enormous hugs back

    • Victoria did have a wonderful Christmas party. And so did my clothes Janet. I haven’t heard from Miss T since covid stranded her in the US. Her blog brought Paris to us. It was a joy. Cheers Virginia

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