Let's Talk...Organization


I’d be lying if I told you that all of my 900+ pieces of listed inventory were all neatly shrink wrapped, labeled and tucked away in numbered boxes.

It’s actually a miracle that I’ve been able to limp along for as long as I have. Ask my husband - he will have plenty to say about, “Mrs. Piles” and her…well, piles.

It brings me some comfort to know that I’m not alone in the organized chaos of reselling. I can’t hit like fast enough on all of the Instagram posts of piles upon piles. Is pile porn a thing? No? It should be.

I’ll tell you right now that I am the absolute last person you should be coming to for advice on organization. I’ve never had it. It’s a struggle. Whatever gene promotes tidiness must have skipped over me.

And so being organized is something I have to consciously strive for. Because it’s far too easy to get caught up in the FOMO - because of course the day you aren’t thrifting is the day someone else is going to find a Chanel handbag for less than the price of a Starbucks coffee. Although to be completely honest, even if this mysterious someone did snag a Chanel handbag - there’s a good chance you would never find out.

Bowie is having some serious FOMO because he’s not allowed up here

Bowie is having some serious FOMO because he’s not allowed up here

So for the end of 2018, I stopped thrifting. I stopped listing. I even stopped sharing my Poshmark closet multiple times a day. Because it had become impossible to function. I was misplacing inventory. It took me over an hour to find a handful of things that needed to ship. It was unworkable. And it was costing me money and time.

When I first started venturing into reselling clothing, I was buying for quantity. Sure, I tried for quality, but sometimes I just wanted to hit my daily listing goal of 20 new items every single day. And that wasn’t always the best choice. So I’ve set aside bags and bags and bags of inventory for a future endeavor (more on this later on) so that I can focus on actually growing my business for 2019.

Wish me luck - it’s going to be a bumpy ride.