Body parts all over the place.

Hugh would look silly in one of my Rick Rack Aprons

 When my son moved on to begin his life away from home, I quickly spread my sewing odds and ends into his bedroom. Grateful to finally find a space for my full-sized male mannequin, he lies dismembered on my son's bed and must be transported, body piece by body piece, to another location when someone stays for the night.

This handsome inanimate being tends to freak people out when glimpsed in passing, looking very much as if someone committed human carnage around here and was negligent in hiding the evidence.

I had the foolish hope that if I were to put a wig on this strapping figure and dress him in an apron that I could pass him off as a female. Ha, fat chance of that happening. He's tall, square-jawed and muscular as opposed to the typical female mannequin's slight frame and softer features.

One of these days I will find a new home for Hugh but until then he will remain in pieces, called into service only to photograph another chef apron.