Swap-o-rama

A couple of times a year for the past few years, my girlfriends have been getting together for an event we have come to lovingly refer to as swap-o-rama.  We unofficially practiced clothes swapping one-on-one, with my mom always being unable to keep track of whose clothes I was wearing, but this is our more official way of doing trades. 

Here's how it works: we get together at one house and all bring our reject clothes.  Anything goes from ugly, stretched out, tye-dyed tank tops (ahem, Natasha) to leftovers from ugly sweater parties.  And of course, we fully expect there to be some cuteness as well.  We organize the clothes into piles according to type, and then one person volunteers to be the auctioneer.  This time around it was Kerry, who entertained us all by holding things up and commenting with gems such as "And here is a tragic mistake in Jenny's past" and "this shirt looks like it belonged to someone with a desk job".  Inevitably, someone ends up with layers of clothes.  You can see it in the picture below where Kerry is wearing four or five shirts plus a bikini top.

This time, we hung the uglies off of the chandelier in my living room.  It started with a red tank top I had leftover from grade nine (it was my first item of clothing with spaghetti straps).  It continued with a 'wizard robe' left over from a costume party and a few other awful, awful items.

So, enough talking.  Here is a collage of the photo highlights from the evening.  In the bottom right, you can see the piles and piles of clothes.  We are ridiculous.  Kerry is drowning in them in that little photo on the right.  Click on the photos to see them bigger.