This was the whip for Mr. President’s Indiana Jones Halloween costume. Why is it in three pieces you ask? One word (ok, two): Blue Jeans. Not five minutes after it arrived on our doorstep, Blue Jeans took scissors to it to cut it off the packaging. He cut off the bottom 3rd of the whip. And these were not the safe blunt tip child scissors we have around the house, no, these were Mom’s sharp scissors hidden and LOCKED away in her desk! After screaming myself silly, I decided that all was not lost and that I could still tie the end up, fray it a little and Mr. Pres would never know the difference. He didn’t. And he used it happily for one night at the ward Halloween party. The very next day, Blue Jeans brought me the whip again. This time broken/torn/cut (we’re still not sure) in half. No saving it this time.
And there you have the story of the whip that wasn’t. I suppose you could call it the one night stand whip. Or the whip that was whipped. Ok, I’ll stop.