My friend L is leaving New York and moving to La La Land. Pout! But to help to heal our wounded hearts, and in an effort to make her moving load a wee bit lighter, a few of us ladies planned a little clothing swap. The night would inevitably result in new clothes for me that totally fall within the parameters of my personal challenge. Hooray!
We gathered last week at L’s fab Tribeca apartment for an evening involving champagne, impromptu fashion shows, and Lady Gaga - basically, a typical Wednesday night for gay men everywhere. The guests all showed up with our little tote bags of clothes. Our hostess, on the other hand, brought out a duffle bag that could possible have transported a body at some point. As everyone took turns showing her items that were up for grabs, we got a little glimpse into each person’s fashion past. For instance, in the not so distant past, I apparently had quite the affinity for chokers. And my love for sunglasses has not diminished, even though my taste in them may have changed.
L’s bag of treasures turned out to be a gold mine for me. Little James Perse tees, a Katayone Adeli tank, and even a cute little Twinkle dress all came my way. Jackpot! As the vino continued to flow and the level of laughter and frivolity increased (not related I am sure), we all wondered aloud why we had never done something like this before. What fun! What scores! But wait…we aren’t going to have fun little evenings at L’s apartment anymore as she is moving far, far away. Sigh. I will just have to wrap myself in that super soft, cute little swingy black cardigan I grabbed up before anyone even had a shot and cry myself to sleep.
Um, I would have come down for that!
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