January 25, 2014
A pile of clothes labeled
“small” another sits on the table marked “medium” and “large,” “extra large,” “accessories”
and “jewelry” situated around the open room. At the sound of the bell, we roam around,
toss off shirts and pants to try on various garments to take home for free. The
church offered-up the space for the women to celebrate stepping-out of their comfort
zone and into someone else’s gently used clothing. We drank wine, shared crackers
and cheese, nibbled on miniature cakes and packed up the remaining items to donate
to a good cause. Anytime I mention this naked lady endeavor tale with a man, he
always claims he wants to be invited the next time. I promise I will keep that in
mind.
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