Miss Ruby

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When I bought The Bungalow, there was a female mannequin waiting to greet me. She was dressed up in Mardi Gras garb (beads and all) and leaning strategically against the northwest corner wall in the dining room. I found out later that a previous owner had found her stowed away in the attic; he believed she had been there for decades.

He liked her. Thought she would add visual interest to the decor and be a great conversation starter. I thought so too, so I’ve kept her and, now, she’s part of the family.

I named her Miss Ruby, after my mother. She does, in fact, resemble her - if you squint your eyes just so. Like my mother did, Miss Ruby keeps an eye on everything but keeps her opinions to herself. Yep, she’s a keeper!

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Miss Ruby has acquired quite a wardrobe in recent years. In the photo here, she’s wearing the purple skirt she had on when I first met her, but she also owns beachwear, a Mardi Gras dress and cap, an Astros t-shirt and a long black velvet skirt and Victorian bonnet to wear for Dickens on The Strand weekend.

Dressing her is difficult, though. She weighs a ton (well, not literally), but a lot. So, wardrobe changes are fun but not as frequent as you she might like.