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In my continuing quest to be stingy, I enlisted my Mom to help me make a dress form today. My previous attempt to make a dress form from duct tape... didn't work as planned. It got crushed, and stretched, and in the end had measurements that weren't in the slightest bit like my own.

Poking about on the internet, I found another technique- wrapping yourself in plaster bandages to get a solid form which is used as a mold, then making a paper mache positive from said mold.

This did not go so well. It started off as a lovely day, so I put on a garbage bag as a dress so I didn't cover myself in plaster. It was a lovely sunny day, so we laid out a drop cloth on the deck and then I had Mom cover said garbage bag in the bandages.

Not sure what we did wrong, but the plaster would. Not. Dry.

Making things better, it got cloudy and the temperature dropped. You all may have thought it was a lovely day, but you weren't wearing a garbage bag and being covered in wet bandages with icy plaster dripping down your legs, were you?

We started at around three and cut me out of the silly thing at 5:30 because my back and feet were in agony from staying still so long. It took nearly 15 minutes (or at least that's what it seemed like) to cut me out of the stupid thing, at which point I nearly collapsed.

I dragged myself upstairs, drew a bath that was as hot as it would go, then promptly fell asleep in the tub.

Oh yeah, and screw being Thrifty McGee. I'm buying a freakin' dress form.

If you decided just to skip to the end, I'll sum the whole thing up for you. Today, my Mom got me plastered, I wore a garbage bag, then I collapsed and passed out.