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I once had a lovely pair of white suspenders. I got them from Marc Jacobs because I had store credit. I never wore them, because soon after getting them I loaned them to someone for a shoot. She asked to take them and the black dress shirt she borrowed to a party afterwards.

I said yes, and never saw them again.

I saw her a couple of times, she was moving and didn't know what box they were in.
After that, she just stopped answering emails from me, or calls, or tweets, or facebook messages.

A couple of weeks ago, I got included on a mass facebook invite to her farewell party. She is leaving Boston and (similarly to what I did upon leaving Montreal) having a party where she is divesting herself of stuff.

I'd like my suspenders and shirt back, but am not sure I want to travel all the way to Boston just for that. The party itself could be fun, I suppose, as both the reverse scavenger hunt and the pudding wrestling sound amusing. Still, that's my whole weekend just to get back two pieces of clothing from someone who made it quite clear some time ago that I'm not even worth returning email to.

But it's not like I have much else planned this weekend.

I had a lovely time at Pixie's party last night, full of new and interesting people, which is always a plus.

Today is the grand pesto and tomato day, where my mom and I will take advantage of the season to make copious amounts of sauce for freezing.

Some recommended an event so that people could RSVP.

Done.