Curvaceous Beauty

I showed great promise in my youth.  I was lovely and curvaceous and was quite popular with my crowd.  My owner coveted me & my friends begged me to consider a professional career in modeling.  “Who could resist your curves and appeal?” they asked as we sat in the store, awaiting placement on the selling floor. 

I had no adequate response.  After all, I was an adolescent, inexperienced in the ways of the world.  I had no aspirations of becoming a renowned celebrity, no hankering for the limelight or my fifteen minutes of fame.  I was happy as I was, pretty and young with not a care in the world.  

My owner, who loved and admired me, agreed with my friends.  He thought that I had unlimited potential and decided to place me in the premier store window for the holiday season.  He believed that my shapely beauty and appeal would attract passersby like moths to a flame and holiday sales would soar.  After all, who could withstand my allure? From my curvaceous frame to my divinely tapered legs, I was the epitome of enticement- or so they thought.

I was rendered speechless by all of the enthusiasm and despite my many misgivings, I was placed in the window to be its centerpiece.  Like the star atop a Christmas tree, I was the focal piece of the display.

The excitement was palpable as I was readied for my debut.  Nothing was to be left to chance; nothing could be out of place.  From the top of my back to my demure caster feet, everything needed to be perfect.

At last the morning came and I was revealed to the throngs of people who had waited in line most of the night to get a glimpse of my majestic beauty.  But instead of hearing “ooohs & aaahs” and receiving accolades, my unveiling was met with laughter and mockery.

At first I had no idea what was so funny.  Had I been placed incorrectly in the window with my bottom showing?  Was there a stain on my beautiful fabric?  And then the pointing began, hundreds of accusatory fingers all directed at my casters.  Like a freak in a sideshow, I was taunted and teased relentlessly.  My owner, fearing violence, immediately removed me from the window and placed me in the basement of the store.

 Embarrassed and concerned for my future, my owner sent me away. I was devastated and inconsolable.  My once promising future had come to a screeching halt and like a Dickensian character I faded into obscurity.

Days turned into months and months turned into years and the world moved forward while I remained a modern day Miss Havesham aging and alone in my crumbling castle.  Sagging, dirty and marred with age, my once demure, gleaming caster feet were crippled and rusty unable to glide or turn. I was a mere silhouette of my former self.

Then Irwin found me and saw my light through the darkness and my beauty lurking in the shadows.  If you ask him, he would tell you that all I needed was a mini body lift; new fabric, new feet and a decorative pillow.  He would tell you that little changes can make a huge impact and while all that is true, I would add that he restored my soul and that was no small feat.