All I want for Christmas is a dress form. Fitting and sneaking in an unfinished dress over my underwear into the hallway mirror is getting old. I am starting to forget my excuse if ever any of my male roommates catch me in the hallway. It sounds like “Oh, they’ve seen me in a bikini when we went to the beach anyway.” How lame.

A dress form would be wonderful.

A dress form inside my room would give me nightmares.

I should try making my own. This method sounds messy, I love it.