There are clothes you wear to work, and clothes you wear in the house with the kids, and at the point where they become one and the same, it’s probably time to have a bit of a clear-out, sell your clothes and refresh your wardrobe.
In total I made £76.87
I don’t have a job in the Cabinet, but I do work in an office where I have to regularly attend meetings and discuss matters other than how much sleep I’ve had, and whether the voices on ‘Cloud Baby’ are cute or annoying.
So it was a bit of a wake-up call when I popped out for a sandwich and I bumped into a mum friend who asked: “Today’s not your day with Nancy, is it?”
To which I told her it wasn’t, and when I asked why she thought it was, she said: “Cos I normally see you in those clothes at the library with her.”
We were both a bit embarrassed. Made a rushed plan to meet up for a drink the following week which almost definitely won’t happen. Then went our separate ways.
The problem is: it’s one thing recognising that your wardrobe needs a bit of zhushing up. It’s another thing entirely finding the cash to do it.
I’ve got loads of clothes.
But I must wear about 10% of them.
There are things I bought as a student that I’ve kept for nostalgia’s sake.
Fisherman’s trousers from a trip to Thailand which have been shoved in a bottom drawer for the best part of ten years, in case I suddenly get into yoga.
There are the going-out clothes, which were probably inappropriate when I bought them, and now are definitely unwearable with post-baby boobs and tummy.
And then there are the bags of charity and sale clothes, which were all a bargain, but a total false economy, as I’m never going to slim into them or find the right time to wear an adult, pink tutu. For example.
So, on a wet Saturday, I went through everything, and made four piles.
1. Things I wear and like.
2. Things that are comfortable.
3. Things I haven’t worn for over a year, but genuinely like or would like to keep for Nancy.
4. And everything else.
And in the everything else pile, I split them into stuff that I could make some money from, and stuff that I couldn’t. That last pile ended up at either the charity shop or the clothes bank.
I decided to see how I got on selling the other clothes on eBay.
Often, there are no insertion fees at the weekend if you want to sell your clothes. It’s worth keeping your eyes peeled for them, because there’s nothing more annoying that spending an afternoon photographing your things, uploading them onto the site, not selling anything, then having to pay for the privilege.
Also, make sure that you’ve calculated enough for postage. It’s not just the stamps, it’s the envelopes, and, if you’re being very businesslike, the time it takes you to go to the post office. I know this sounds really tight, but you want to sell your clothes to make money. Not friends!
I sold a leopard-print coat that made me look like Bette Lynch; a pair of high heeled ankle boots which were two inches too high; three maternity dresses; and a Michael Jackson Bad T-shirt.
In total I made £76.87.
With my earnings, I bought a Reiss dress for £31, which looks about a million times better than anything I’ve been wearing to work.
Next, we had a clear-out of the things that Nancy has grown out of – a stroller and her cradle, which I put on Gumtree. You have to state a specific amount that you want, but you can keep relisting the item for free.
Both went within the week, and I arranged the pick-up at a time convenient to me.
The whole process was quite liberating. Our tiny flat doesn’t feel quite so tiny.
I just have to remember not to wear clothes covered in banana to work, and my Reiss dress to Baby Boogie, and we’ll be laughing.