Reduce, reuse and SWAP
I had forgotten how utterly distracting a roomful of clothes yet to be discovered can be. Clothing swaps, although tons of fun, are no place to catch up with friends. My long lost pals from distant neighborhoods across the bridge would enter, say a quick hello, and then get down to business surveying the scene. If you did attempt to engage them before they had properly done so, it was obvious they were only half listening – no matter how fabulous your story was, their eyes would dart from rack to rack behind you.
It is a feast for the eyes: racks of silent treasures, hanging modestly, waiting for you to fall in love. Once again, the clothing swap was a resounding success, everyone of us leaving with something a little more treasured than we had given up, giddy from chatting and bubbles.
As always, there were coveted items that caused no end of plotting. The highly acclaimed Diane Von Furstenberg dress was back, under the rumor that it had been consigned after its last swap showing (horror of all horrors!), but somehow mysteriously made itself back into the fray. Sisterhood of the traveling dress in the making, and much more sensible for a wrap dress to flatter different body types than jeans. If Hollywood could only have that one over.
There were twice as many women in attendance, a nod to its burgeoning success, causing us to round corners even more slowly lest you bowl over a half clad stranger. As I stopped to zip up one such stranger and glimpsed a view of her behind, it occurred to me how truly funny it is that we were all running around trying on things and garnering public opinion on their effect. A de facto benefit from this night is viewing up close and personal all of the underwear choices out there, be they Panties by Post or the Gap. A stunning array.
Winning the item of your desire is a numbers game – the better your number, the better your chance of getting a coveted item. Just when I thought I had scored a great number – 22 out of a possible 70 – our gracious hostess Ruthie changed the methodology on us, freeing both the first and then the last of the numbers to choose their items, once again ensuring I was one of the last to choose. The cloud of bad luck follows me at these gigs, so I’m a good target to sit beside if you want a good number. Nevertheless, I got a sweet pair of high brown Franco Sarto boots that I can’t wait to wear with the dress I am now looking to buy, so it’s all good. I missed out on the DVF dress, but my great friend Nancy swiped it, so it was a victory in two ways; my friend got the trophy and now that dress hangs a stone’s throw away in an attainable closet.
With its expanding attendance, it is a great evening for women entrepreneurs to showcase their artistry and products, so also on display were beautiful prints and jewelery, cool housewares, environmentally friendly cleaning products, and Sun Ice ski jackets at wholesale prices. I scored a beautiful long necklace for a ridiculously reduced price which I would tell you, but then I would have to kill you, so let’s leave it at ridiculous.
At the end of the evening, all of the remaining clothes are donated to a local women’s shelter, which is of course the biggest victory of all; women helping women.