It has been ages since we’ve had a nice fall weekend, but it finally happened. Saturday was spent wandering the tightly packed aisles of a craft show - the original way to browse handcrafted pieces before Etsy. There is admittedly something special about walking through each booth and speaking with the vendors. I even managed to pick up some stocking stuffers.
Of course, the second I got home I walked in on a pipe in our laundry room spraying a steady stream of water straight up in the air (the perks of living in a 200+ year old farm house).
So while I waited for my emergency call to the plumber to go through on Sunday morning, I spent the day emptying out our trailer to make room for my reject inventory.
When I first started to seriously jump into reselling clothing, I made the mistake of picking up everything. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Don’t get me wrong, I was always a brand snob (thank you dad). But I was under the impression that I needed quantity. Years later, I’m left with brands not worth my time and flawed bags of pieces.
Rather than re-donate (and shop through my donations for a second time) I’ve decided to hold onto my rejects for some future plans - but more on that later!