Never the bride.

Last night I took Em to her therapy appointment. Remind me to post pics of the waiting room sometime...it's bizarre. Anyway, I didn't feel much like sitting in an uncomfortable chair reading an old magazine so I took a walk around the neighborhood to see if there was anything photoworthy.

I took a ton of shots; it's a fairly gritty neighborhood. Tonight, though, I'll share these ones from the low-rent bridal salon next door.

To me, mannequins are about 3 steps above ventrilloquist dummies and those clapping-cymbal monkeys on the creepy scale. They could totally come alive and kill you in the night.

But these ladies just looked sad to me. They're waiting for grooms who will never show.

And they need their manicures refreshed.