My grandmother was a costumer and she always had a few dress forms lying around. Once she wrapped one up with towels and masking tape across the breasts because the actor she was sewing for had HUGE boobs. I thought it was hilarious. I've got a dress form that I took from a J.Jill when they were "re-imagining" their look at the retail stores. She's made of cork and I've got her propped up at the end of my hallway. I love her, but every once in a while I come around the corner and see her looming in the hall - for an instant I think she's an intruder. Maybe I should find a different place for her.