Well, Trader Anne and Trader Francine, OK? So last weekend, my pal Francine had a big yard sale, and I offered to help. We each were (sadly! regretfully!) hoping to get rid of racks of clothes. And we did. Made us happy to see someone trot off with Francine’s Union 76 racing jacket, or my spaghetti-strap slinky black top.
As we were packing up we had an a-ha moment: I coveted some unsold things of hers; she coveted some of mine. Voila! I now have a cute lavender panne velvet top (compliments both times I’ve worn it, including on jury duty) and she now has the best little black dress ever (from Olivine) and a few other things. Cost: Zero. I think of it not as cheating on the diet, but rather, sharing bites of each other’s allotment of cottage cheese and peach slices. Delish.
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