Her name is Donnez Moi. She was made out of wax in the late 1800's and has human hair. She's too cool to send to the animal shelter rummage sale where the rest of my stuff is going. But what to do with her?
She's not one of my Prized Possessions. She defaulted into my life several years ago and has been sitting on top of the refrigerator in my garage ever since. She's kind of neat in an eerie way. Maybe I can sell her and donate the proceeds to the animal shelter. I wonder what she's worth?
Seeking inspiration, I Google Mario's Mannequins in Detroit. I know Mario closed his doors years ago so I have no clue why I'm bothering with this fool's errand. Fate steps in and smacks me upside the head - recognize anyone in the lower left corner of this page?
The randomness of this discovery makes my head spin. I quickly send an email to the photographer, Patty Izzo, babbling about the whys and the wherefores of my discovery, and the interestingness of synchronicity. She sends a nice email back and in a post script inquires about the selling price of the head.
What-is-she-thinking? I can't sell this head to her, it wouldn't be right! I respond and ask her to take Donnez Moi as a gift from a stranger.
Patty has accepted my gift and, in return, is donating one of her prints, Fire and Ash, to benefit the animal shelter.
Isn't that a happy ending to a dull garage cleaning story?