Truckful of Legs

I have long admired Brook’s blog category “Genuinely Random,” and at last I have something that warrants adding the same category here:

Sunday, Jason and I loaded up Simon in the car as a last ditch effort to get him to nap. As we were driving down Tenth Street, I spotted a truckful of mannequin legs parked by the side of the road. Man, I thought, why don’t I carry my camera all the time? Jason didn’t want to turn around and get the camera, so we drove on, and I started mentally writing a blog entry about how cool and random that picture would have been. All the while, I had a dramatic, Abigail Moseman-like voice in my head: I’ll never, ever in my whole life see a truck full of mannequin legs again. I did realize, of course, even then that the picture in my head was a highly romanticized version. I mean, seriously, a white pickup packed full of mannequins feet up? That’s random, kitchy Americana gold right there. That’s the stuff postcards are made of.

So anyway, when we came back home an hour later or so, the truck was still parked in the same spot (in front of antique store, as it turns out, which actually makes a little bit of sense), and Jason offered to swing by home and let me pick up the camera after all (I love my husband). And I took some pictures. They were nowhere near as artsy or cool as the ones I had in my head, but I’m glad I got them anyway.