Well the mystery has been solved. If you read the last post you know that something was amiss at the condo.
On Friday, I came home for lunch to surprise the kitties and I walked in on this.
Vivienne, my dress form, was sashaying down the hallway as if she were on Project Runaway. She sure was strutting her stuff.
And in my clothes!
Vivienne has been stealing clothes from my closet and she's been going for the good stuff
Like my opera coat. I love this and wear it only on the most special of occasions.
And my black velvet jacket! This is a holiday party staple!
And this one is the kicker! She wore my most favorite black velvet dress. I wore this to a Christmas party with a beaded black choker. You know the kind you would see on Nicole Kidman. I really felt pretty that night!
Here's a closeup of the faux fur trim. This is an off the shoulder dress with a fitted waistline and it's subtly sexy and elegant too! I bet she's stretched it out.
She's bigger than me in spots, if you get my drift.
And then the kitties told me that this is not the first time Vivienne raided my closet. They said she'd been wearing lots of my things. Like my white linen shirt from Land's End.
My grey cotton jersey I wear when I play tennis.
My lagoon blue hoodie from J Jill.
My Eddie Bauer cardigan with a cami underneath. She stretched that one out.
And this one ha, ha! She couldn't even button it! Oh duh, of course she couldn't!
She has no arms!
And throwing my black blazer over it doesn't help much.
She even got into my lingerie and she paired it with a fur wrap. Which by the way is hers. I bought it for her as a welcome present after I rescued her from the antique store that was going out of business. Some gratitude huh?
So after interviewing Vivienne's "accessories", the kitties, I gave some thought to
what I should do about the problem. In the meantime, Vivienne confessed. I didn't even have to twist her arm. Oops, that was not nice. Yup, she folded like the collapsible form that she is.
So I told her she's a lucky lady. I could have her cuffed, brought down to the police station and fingerprinted. Oops, I guess we can forget about the handcuffs and fingerprinting.
I told her they'd take a mug shot and it would not be in a flattering light.
Or from the best angle. She now understands the error of her ways. She can't just take clothes that don't belong to her. In the future, she will not steal my clothes and eventually she will buy a few outfits of her own. In her own style.
As for the kitties, they promised not to keep secrets from me again.
All is right in the household again.