Clarkton Clothing Exchange

Clarkton Clothing Exchange Welcome to Clarkton Clothing Exchange — where style meets second chances.

Located right here in the heart of Clarkton, we’re not your average gently used clothing spot.

🚨 THE COMPETITION HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN! 🚨Well folks, here we are. Apparently my clothing choices have now become a compe...
08/31/2026

🚨 THE COMPETITION HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN! 🚨

Well folks, here we are. Apparently my clothing choices have now become a competitive event, and somehow I have agreed to be the model, the mannequin, the judge, AND the poor soul who has to actually wear this stuff. 😂

As you can see, I have posted THREE different outfits, all worn by yours truly. The girls at the clothing store have worked hard putting these outfits together, and each one of them is hoping their fashion masterpiece will take home the $50 CASH PRIZE for best outfit choice.

Now here is where YOU come in.

You are the judges.

Look at all three pictures and decide which outfit you think looks the best on old Joe. Maybe you like one because it actually looks good. Maybe you like another because you think the girl who picked it deserves the money. Or maybe you just enjoy watching a 51-year-old man get dressed by a bunch of women who have apparently decided that his wardrobe needed professional intervention. 😂

The winner will be determined by interaction—likes AND comments on the picture. So don't just look at them and keep scrolling like you're sneaking past a yard sale you can't afford to stop at.

LET US KNOW WHICH ONE IS YOUR FAVORITE!

👍 LIKE your favorite
💬 COMMENT and tell us which one you picked
📣 And share it if you want to really stir the pot.

The girls put the outfits together. Joe had to wear them. Now YOU get to decide who did the best job.

And just remember... somewhere along the way, I went from running a thrift store to becoming the world's least qualified fashion model.

GOOD LUCK, GIRLS. MAY THE BEST OUTFIT WIN!

08/31/2026

GOOD MORNING! Well folks, we have a slight change to the normal schedule at the Clarkton Clothing Exchange this morning, and before anybody starts standing outside the door at 10:00 wondering if we have all been kidnapped, let me explain.

THE CLOTHING STORE WILL OPEN AROUND NOON TODAY.

Now I realize some of you are probably thinking, “Joe, you just said noon. Are you sure? Because you are normally open at 10.” YES. I KNOW. I can read a clock. I actually own several of them because I like to be reminded throughout the day that everybody else is running behind.

Those of you who know me personally already understand that I absolutely HATE being late. I am one of those people who believes early is on time, on time is late, and if you show up five minutes late I have already built an entire fictional story in my head about what happened to you.

BUT today I have been forced into a situation that even my highly questionable management skills cannot solve.

THE GIRLS ARE GOING TO THE SALON.

Yes, ALL OF THEM.

The girls from the thrift store and the girls from the clothing store are getting some well-deserved pampering this morning. Hair, getting fixed up, relaxing, being treated like human beings instead of spending the morning listening to Joe say things like, “Why is this still sitting here?” or “Who moved this?” or my personal favorite, “WHO PUT THIS HERE?”

And before anybody gets any ideas, NO, I am not going to the salon. There is only so much beauty and elegance one establishment can handle in a single morning, and frankly, I don't want to frighten the other customers.

Now here is where the problem comes in.

I RUN TWO STORES.

Unfortunately, despite my many talents, I have not yet mastered the ability to physically exist in two locations at the same time. I have tried. I stood in one store and thought really hard about being in the other one. Didn't work.

I even considered cloning myself, but after about three minutes of serious thought I realized that having TWO Joes running around Clarkton would probably qualify as a public safety issue. One Joe is already enough to keep the girls, the customers and probably half the town wondering what in the world is going to happen next.

So we have made the executive decision that the THRIFT STORE will open at the normal 10:00 this morning, while the CLOTHING STORE will open around NOON.

And honestly, I think this is a pretty good trade.

The girls work hard. They deal with customers, inventory, clothes, cleaning, organizing, pricing, and of course they have to deal with ME. That last one alone probably qualifies them for hazard pay.

So this morning they are getting some time to sit down, relax, get pampered and let somebody else worry about making them look good.

Meanwhile, Joe will be bouncing around trying to keep two businesses moving while simultaneously being completely unable to duplicate himself.

So if you're headed to the Clothing Exchange this morning, don't panic when the doors aren't open at 10. We haven't closed. We haven't gone broke. Nobody has been arrested. And as far as I know, nobody has burned the place down.

We're just giving the girls a little well-earned time to be spoiled.

THE THRIFT STORE WILL BE OPEN AT 10.

THE CLOTHING STORE WILL OPEN AROUND NOON.

And if anybody happens to discover where I can purchase a reasonably priced second Joe, please let me know.

Although after thinking about it, I probably shouldn't.

Because if one Joe is responsible for TWO businesses...

TWO JOES would probably buy THREE.

And then we'd need another salon because the staff would need even MORE therapy.

Y'all have a great Monday. The girls go get pampered.

Joe goes to work.

Because apparently that's what happens when you're the boss.

YOU DON'T GET THE SPA DAY.

YOU GET THE BILL.

08/30/2026

WELL, I HAVE TO START THIS MORNING BY SAYING THANK YOU. The clothing store had a pretty darn good week, and that is because of YOU. Every person who stopped in, bought something, donated something, told somebody about us, or just came in to see what kind of nonsense we are getting ourselves into next — we appreciate every single one of you. Seriously, without you there would be no store, no crazy ideas, and quite honestly, probably a lot less arguing about what Joe should be wearing.

AND YES, WE ARE OPEN TODAY from 10 till 6, so if you are out and about this Sunday, come see us. You never really know what you are going to find in there, but I can pretty much guarantee there is something you don't need that you will suddenly convince yourself you absolutely cannot live without. That's how thrift stores work. You walk in looking for a shirt and walk out wondering why you now own a ceramic rooster, three books, and a pair of pants that may or may not fit.

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT MONDAY because apparently I have officially lost control of my own wardrobe. MONDAY IS THE DRESS JOE COMPETITION. Each of the girls has picked out an entire outfit for me, and Monday morning I will put them on, one at a time, take pictures, and post them right here on Facebook. Then YOU get to decide who did the best job.

HERE'S HOW THIS WORKS. Once all the pictures are posted, you get to look at them, laugh at me, judge my fashion sense, question the decisions of the women who dressed me, and then vote for your favorite. The outfit that gets the most likes AND comments will be declared the winner, and the employee who picked that outfit gets $50. So yes, ladies, there is actual money on the line. I have apparently turned getting Joe dressed into a competitive sporting event.

BUT WE DID HAVE TO MAKE A FEW RULES because I know these girls, and I know exactly how competitive they can get. FIRST, I will NOT know who picked which outfit until the competition is completely over. I don't want to know, and they aren't telling me. SECOND, every single piece of clothing has to come from the CURRENT INVENTORY in the store. No running out somewhere and buying something specifically for this competition. If it's in the building and available for sale, it's fair game.

So Monday morning I am going to walk in there completely unaware of what has been selected, change clothes like some kind of unwilling department store mannequin, and let the Facebook jury decide my fate.

AND LET ME JUST SAY THIS NOW... I have seen some of the clothes in that building. I have some serious concerns.

So mark your calendar for Monday, keep an eye on Facebook, and when those pictures hit, I NEED YOU TO PARTICIPATE. Like them, comment, pick your favorite and help us decide who gets the $50.

And to the girls... GOOD LUCK.

Because after Monday, I am going back to picking out my own clothes.

Probably.

Maybe.

We'll see.

THANK YOU AGAIN for making this past week such a good one. We truly appreciate every one of you, and we can't wait to see what Monday brings!

Shooooot we have a bunch of shoes hitting the shelves today. Come see us here 10-6 daily 🙂
08/29/2026

Shooooot we have a bunch of shoes hitting the shelves today. Come see us here 10-6 daily 🙂

Today’s outfit picked out by the girls of the Clarkton Clothing Exchange.
08/29/2026

Today’s outfit picked out by the girls of the Clarkton Clothing Exchange.

GOOD MORNING! MONDAY MORNING FIVE WOMEN ARE GOING TO COLLEGE, GETTING THEIR HAIR, NAILS, FEET AND FACES WORKED ON, AND I...
08/29/2026

GOOD MORNING! MONDAY MORNING FIVE WOMEN ARE GOING TO COLLEGE, GETTING THEIR HAIR, NAILS, FEET AND FACES WORKED ON, AND I'M PAYING FOR IT. No, I have not completely lost my mind. At least I don't think I have. Let me explain.

Yesterday I went over to Bladen Community College and supported my niece Destiny by being her client. Those of you who have been following along already know she is in the cosmetology program, and I also happen to be friends with Mrs. Burney, one of the instructors over there. The more I talk to Mrs. Burney about what they're doing in that program, the more impressed I become. And honestly, I think we have a hell of a resource sitting right here in our own community that a lot of people are overlooking.

I'm going to post the price list from the cosmetology department because, while I am certainly no expert on salon pricing, I can read numbers. And when I looked at that list I thought, "DAMN, you can get a LOT done over there without having to take out a second mortgage." Haircuts, manicures, pedicures, facials and other services, all at prices that are pretty darn reasonable. But the thing I really like is that when you go there, you're not just paying for a service. You're helping a young person learn a trade.

And these girls aren't just learning how to cut hair and make somebody's toenails look better than mine. They're learning how to greet customers, communicate, be responsible, conduct themselves professionally, provide a service and deal with the public. And anybody who has ever dealt with the public knows that last one ought to come with hazard pay. They're learning the business side of what they're going to do after they graduate. They're learning skills they can actually take into the real world and use to build a career. THAT is something worth supporting.

Now I could have done what a lot of people do. I could have written a nice little Facebook post saying, "Hey everybody, go support Bladen Community College." Then I could have patted myself on the back for being such a wonderful community-minded fella, maybe taken a picture of myself standing beside a sign and called it a day. BUT THAT AIN'T HOW I ROLL. If I'm going to tell you to support something, I'm going to support it myself.

So I decided to put my money where my mouth is.

MONDAY, EVERY ONE OF THE GIRLS FROM CIRCLE H THRIFT STORE AND THE CLARKTON CLOTHING EXCHANGE IS GOING TO THE COSMETOLOGY DEPARTMENT. ALL OF THEM. I gave each girl a set amount and told them they can choose what they want done. Some are getting haircuts. Some are getting manicures. Some are getting pedicures. And yes, I believe there will be a facial or two in the bunch.

Five girls. One salon appointment. THE COMPANY IS PAYING FOR IT.

Meanwhile, I will be at the thrift store.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Five women are going to college Monday morning to get pampered while I get to go to the thrift store and move furniture.

SOMETHING WENT TERRIBLY WRONG IN THIS PLAN.

Now before some business owner says, "Joe, I can't just close my business and send my employees off to get pampered," you're right. Neither can I. That's why the thrift store will be OPEN and I will be running it Monday morning. The clothing store will close Monday morning and reopen around noon. And yes, I HATE closing that store. I hate closing for an hour. I hate closing for five minutes. If I could figure out how to keep the doors open while I'm sleeping, I'd probably try it.

But I think this is worth it.

Because here's the thing. Your employees aren't machines. They're people. If you expect people to show up every day, work hard, care about your business and take pride in what they're doing, then every once in a while you ought to remind them that you actually appreciate them.

Apparently this is a revolutionary business strategy.

Some businesses have "Employee Appreciation Day." They buy a $6 sheet cake, write HAPPY EMPLOYEES on it with icing, take a picture for Facebook and then everybody goes back to work.

Not here.

Apparently our employee appreciation program is: "Ladies, here's some money. Go to college and get your hair and nails done. I'll be over here working."

I may need to rethink this because I'm pretty sure the employees just got a better benefits package than the owner.

But this isn't really about pampering the girls. It's about team building. They get to spend some time together outside of work. They get to sit around, laugh, talk and enjoy each other's company without me standing there asking why that rack hasn't been straightened yet. They get to do something together that has absolutely nothing to do with selling clothes or other items.

And while they're doing it, we're supporting a local college, supporting a local program, supporting young people learning a trade AND I'm supporting my niece.

That's not a win-win.

That's a WIN-WIN-WIN-WIN.

Hell, that's so many wins I'm starting to feel like I should be handing out trophies.

And this is what I mean when I talk about supporting our community. It doesn't always have to be some giant check with your business name printed across it so everybody knows how generous you are. Sometimes supporting your community means buying donuts for a team meeting. Sometimes it means sponsoring a ball team. Sometimes it means helping a young person learn a trade. Sometimes it means spending a little money with a local program because you believe in what they're doing.

I've always believed that if somebody is willing to learn, willing to work and willing to build something for themselves, they deserve somebody in their corner.

And if we want our community to have good businesses, good tradespeople and good people coming up behind us, then we need to actually help those people get there.

So if you're a employee reading this, SHARE THIS POST WITH YOUR BOSS. TAG THEM. SEND IT TO THEM. Hell, if YOU are the boss, tag yourself.

Maybe this will give you an idea.

Maybe you'll send your employees over there.

Maybe you'll support another program in our community.

Maybe you'll discover that employees actually appreciate being treated like human beings instead of the biological equivalent of a cash register.

And you don't have to copy what I'm doing. You don't have to send everybody off for a manicure and pedicure. Just DO SOMETHING. Find a young person learning a trade. Find a local program doing good work. Find a way to invest back into the community that supports your business.

Because these young people are going to be the ones running businesses, cutting hair, fixing things, building things and taking care of our community long after we're gone. If we don't help them now, who the hell do we expect to do it?

And if you need a reason to check out the cosmetology program, look at that price list. You can get some pretty good services done for a pretty reasonable price, AND you get the satisfaction of knowing you're helping somebody learn their profession.

That's about as close to a win-win as you can get without somebody handing you a free donut.

And if you do go over there Monday or sometime in the future, ASK FOR DESTINY.

Tell her you heard about the cosmetology program from her Uncle Joey.

And tell her you read my stuff every morning.

I'm sure she'll be absolutely thrilled to hear that her uncle has apparently become a famous writer.

If she looks at you like you're completely insane, don't worry about it. That's just her professional training kicking in.

And Destiny, if you're reading this, YES, I just told a bunch of strangers to tell you how great your uncle is.

You're welcome.

That's what uncles are for.

08/28/2026

So this morning the girls are having their team building meeting at the clothing store. Yes, the team building meeting that I am not invited to, but somehow I am still responsible for buying the donuts. Apparently donuts are an important part of team building. And apparently the good donuts from Burney’s are even more important because nothing gets those brain cells working like a box of fried dough covered in sugar. And yes, before anybody asks, I saw the note they left telling me they were going to get the donuts from Burney’s. Apparently my official role in this team building exercise is financial support. I’m not invited to the meeting, but I have been promoted to Director of Donut funds. I feel like I should at least get a damn name badge.

Now I have no idea what they are going to discuss today, and honestly, I don’t really need to know every detail. What I do know is that we had a decent week. Was it awesome? Nope. Was it perfect? Hell no. But it was decent, and right now I’ll take decent all day long. Because when you are trying to build something, improve something and move something forward, you don’t always get fireworks and marching bands announcing that you have finally made progress. Sometimes progress is simply looking up and realizing, “Hell, I can actually see some light down there.” You may still have a long way to go, but seeing that light matters. It gives you a reason to keep walking. It reminds you that the tunnel actually has an exit and you aren’t just wandering around in the damn dark for entertainment.

Now yesterday I stopped by the clothing store and guess what? There was no outfit waiting for me. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. So today I had to dress myself. I know. We have apparently reached a crisis point. For a moment I seriously thought about calling Caroline and asking her why my outfit had not been selected. I mean, after all, I have gotten used to showing up and discovering that somebody else has already decided what Joe is going to wear that day. Apparently I have become a grown-ass man who needs a committee to pick out his pants.

But then I looked at the daily sheets and realized they had been pretty damn busy. And it wasn’t just regular busy. They also had somebody reach out to the store because they were in need, and from what I understand, the girls and Mrs. Caroline made the decision to put some things together and help them out. And you know what? That matters a hell of a lot more than whether Joe had an outfit waiting on him.

A busy day helping somebody who actually needs help will always trump Joe’s desire to look cool and stylish.

So I picked out my own shirt. I picked out my own pants. I got in the truck and drove home. And yes, I survived the experience. I managed to make it through an entire morning without Caroline and the crew dressing me. Nobody had to call 911. No fashion emergency was declared. Somehow the world continued spinning.

And that is actually one of the things I like about what is happening over there. I’m watching the girls become a team. I’m watching them make decisions. I’m watching them handle busy days, deal with problems, help customers and now apparently even recognize when somebody outside the store needs a little help. That is the kind of progress I want to see. Not perfection. Not some fake picture where everything is always wonderful. Real progress.

As for what they are going to discuss in that meeting this morning, well, I’ll be damned if I know. Maybe they will tell me. Maybe they won’t. If they want to tell me what they talked about, I’ll listen. If they don’t, that’s fine too. Because I don’t have to be sitting at that table to know whether we are moving in the right direction.

Sometimes you have to be in the room.

Sometimes you need to step back and let the people you trusted to be there actually do their job.

And sometimes your job is to stay the hell out of the meeting, buy the good donuts and keep paying the damn electricity bill.

So go have your meeting, girls. Eat your Burney’s donuts. Talk about the store. Talk about what needs fixing. Talk about what is working. Come up with some ideas. Disagree if you need to. Figure it out. That’s how teams get better.

And if you happen to save me a donut, I won’t complain.

Because at the end of the day, I don’t need everything to be perfect. I don’t even need every week to be awesome. I just need us to keep moving forward. A little better today than we were yesterday. A little stronger next week than we were this week. And as long as we can keep doing that, and as long as we can still see that little bit of light at the end of the tunnel, I’m willing to keep walking toward it.

Even if I have to do it wearing an outfit I picked out my damn self.

And apparently eating a donut I had to buy for a meeting I wasn’t invited to.

08/27/2026

I have come to the conclusion that I may be the worst boss in the history of bosses. Not because I don't care about my employees, not because I don't appreciate them, and certainly not because I don't think they do a good job. No, apparently my biggest problem is that I have discovered a very strange management technique that seems to actually work.

See, the girls at the clothing store leave notes for each other. Usually they are pretty simple. Things like, “The clothes in the back need to be priced,” “We need more tags,” or “Don't forget to do this.” Every now and then Caroline gets creative and leaves something like, “STOP PICKING JOE LIGHT-COLORED CLOTHES. HE TENDS TO RUIN THEM.” Which, honestly, is less of a workplace note and more of a public service announcement.

I occasionally leave them a note too. And in the past, I tried to be the good bossman. You know, encouraging. Motivational. Positive. I would leave notes saying things like, “Today is going to be a great day!” or “Thanks for doing an awesome job!” Real boss stuff. The kind of thing you would expect from a responsible business owner who has his life together.

Then I noticed something.

Every time I left one of those nice, encouraging, positive little notes... those seemed to be the days we got our asses kicked by absolutely nobody walking through the door. Slow. Dead. Crickets. You could practically hear the dust settling on the clothing racks.

Now I don't know if there is some scientific explanation for this. Maybe the universe doesn't like positivity. Maybe my motivational notes scare customers away. Maybe the girls read “Today is going to be a great day!” and the universe responds, “Oh yeah? Watch this.”

So I changed tactics.

Instead of writing, “Have a wonderful day, ladies, you're going to do great,” I started writing things like, “You will probably have no customers today, so enjoy reading your book.” And wouldn't you know it, we started having better days.

Now if somebody from the outside walked into that store and read some of these notes, they would probably assume I am the worst business owner to ever draw a paycheck. They'd probably be looking around wondering if the labor department needed to be called.

But here's the thing... IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING.

And I'm not about to mess with a system I don't understand.

So this morning I plan on stopping by and leaving the crew another little motivational message. I'm thinking something along the lines of:

“Joe is predicting no customers today. Hope your butt doesn't get too sore from sitting around bored all day.”

Is it traditional management? Absolutely not.

Is it professional? Debatable.

Is it effective? According to my completely unscientific research... apparently.

At this point I've learned one very important lesson about running a business: If telling your employees they're going to have a terrible, boring day somehow makes them have a great day, KEEP TELLING THEM THEY'RE GOING TO HAVE A TERRIBLE, BORING DAY.

You're welcome, girls.

Now get to work.

Or don't.

Apparently either one works.

08/26/2026

When your day has just began and you already ruined your new shirt. Luckily for me I got a place that will have many more. Clarkton Clothing Exchange

Today’s outfit of the day. Not really digging it but it is comfortable.
08/26/2026

Today’s outfit of the day. Not really digging it but it is comfortable.

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