The Young Women held a "clothing exchange" tonight. We ordered pizza and they sorted through the mounds of clothing that I'd collected thanks to generous donations from some of the ladies in the ward, Rachel, many of her friends and several sweeps through my closet, being brutal in getting rid of clothes.
The big disputed items of the night were a Prada purse which quickly lost its appeal when I informed the girls that it was actually a "Frada" purse from Chinatown, and a pair of hot pink loafers which were an item of debate and cajoling and coin flipping and tension for at least two hours.
The girls were very adult and eventually came up with a solution that involved the sale of only minor parts of their souls and promise of their second or third-born babies.
pre-exchange
the loot
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Right now I might consider trading my first second and third born kind of for free but if clothing is thrown in it sweetens the deal
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