Montana and Mannequinland

I survived Montana! It was a wonderful, interesting trip. I took a lot of pictures that looked like this:

Part of the purpose of the trip was a Toews cousin reunion (my mom's side of the family). Fifteen of the 27 cousins were there, and we decided to recreate a famous cousin photo we took more than 15 years ago where we all lined up by height. At that time the oldest were in high school and the youngest were toddlers, so there was a nice slope to the lineup. This time, not so much.

We all got the Grandma Clara tall genes apparently. We also found out that we share deep love of cold cereal and correctly recognize celery as a blight that should be banished from all salads of the chicken, potato, and tuna variety. It is good to spend time with family.

On the last day we had some time in Glasgow, so of course I sought out the nearest museum and started taking pictures of mannequins.

Snaps up girl! You WERQ that uniform like it's Dior

This shark attack victim was presented on top of a case without comment

Yikes. This is what Zac Efron would look like if he went gray and started dressing like an Edwardian school headmistress

But really, I shouldn't be a hater. This week I put in some new garments at the museum and snapped photos for documentation. We put this stunning blue coat in the 1950s section-- it was from London and had been sold at John Doyle Bishop. I've grumbled before about our mannequins, but they look mostly ok in person. But in photographs, all the shadows really stand out and distort the faces so they look horrifying. 

Just focus on the coat. Just focus on the coat. Just focus on the coat

ZOMBIFIED 1950s SOCIALITE SENT TO SNATCH OUR PEARL NECKLACES WHILE WE SLEEP.