The Age of the Shopping Mall is over. Long live resale! Guys, I will be totally upfront and honest with you here. I was your stereotypical 80’s teen. I had big hair and no one spent more time in the local mall than I did, but you know…somewhere along the way, I realized that the latest new thing did not bring me much pleasure. Worse than that, it brought me bills! The problem was, I LIKE lots of cooking utensils and I like lots of clothes (usually because I go UP and down in weight, due to the fact that I enjoy my own cooking!), so how does one get her shopping and cooking fix satisfied without killing your wallet?
The Resale Store.
Most of us have one in our neck of the woods. Be it a Goodwill or a church-run organization, these are gold mines, filled with treasure. Now in full disclosure, I volunteer at one of these, Community Threads so, of course, I’m going to be hyped about them. However, the reason I decided to volunteer in the first place was that I was a customer first!
The resale shopper does so much good for her community. First and foremost, many of these give jobs and money to worthy causes. Next, you will be able to save your self so much money, if you tell yourself that the next time you need something, you will check the thrift stores first, before buying new. I found my beloved pasta maker in its box, brand new for 20 dollars, saving me 40 dollars if I had bought it new!
Lastly, I will tell you right now that I love the abundance that we have in America, don’t ever doubt me, but working resale and seeing the vast amounts of things that are donated on a daily basis, makes me think twice about buying new. I am stunned at how many things are purchased and then discarded. I hate the waste with a passion. It’s also a bit sad that grandma’s vintage linens are so unloved and unwanted that they end up at our store for 50 cents a piece. Those linens? I bought them, washed and ironed them and as you see, they are beautiful.
Do the whole world, including your bank account a HUGE favor, kill the mall, buy used, my darlings. Then come on over and show me all your neat finds and we can chat over a slice of banana bread and some coffee. As always,
Let me feed you.