thrifty thursday....the naked party

Naked Party!

You're Invited.

It's actually not as exciting as it sounds. We also call it a clothing swap.

Either way, here's how it works. 

Someone decides it's time for a swap.

We all go through our closets and weed out what we are no longer wearing, stuff it in a garbage bag, haul it over to the hostesses house, dump it on the living room floor, and the fun begins.

We all strip down and make fun of each other's ratty under garments, c-section scars, back fat, arm flabble...you get the picture... and try on clothes. We solve problems, drink wine, or tea and nibble on potluck goodies.

This is an event for your closest circle of friends. The ones that you really trust. The gals you know  will speak the truth.

"Honey, you're too old for that."

"No, you can no longer rock a halter top."

"Tracy, it is not OK to take a used thong out of the Telluride free box!"
  
That sort of thing.

I did not take photos as the last naked party clothes swap.

Husbands and boy children are not allowed. When our children were younger they all came, and I'm sure that they will have bizarre memories of a group of semi-nude women, laughing and swapping stories and yoga tops, posing around a mirror, propped precariously against a wall.

Our bodies (and lives) have changed and we can laugh (and cry) together. We were once in different stages of pregnancy or 'fluffier' because of nursing babies. About twenty kids and five divorces later, we are still making efforts to lift and support.
And I don't necessarily mean bras.

The leftover clothes are sent to the thrift store.

As I type, I am in Kate's tank top, Natalie's sweater, and Tracy's tights.

thanks girls.

I love you all.

joining lady cordelia for thrifty thursday!