By Cami Beiter ~~~~ What was that scrambled mess-of-a-quote George W. made some 12 years ago? “Fool me once, shame on...shame on you. Fool me...you can’t get fooled again.” After the fourth time, you think I’d learn...or put my foot down. With each experience of selling my daughter’s gently used clothing to Plato’s Closet, (her wallet) and expectations were always short changed. But like a love sick teenage girl, I kept thinking, maybe the next time will be better.
According to their website, Plato’s Closet buys and sells the latest looks in brand name gently used clothing accessories for teen and twenty-something guys and girls. Re-selling clothing has become a hot trend. You need to be choosy in what you present to a consignment or resale shop.
For us, this is a familiar routine. Peyton would clean out her closet of shorts, jeans, shirts, sweatshirts, shoes, boots and scarves...All items that either no longer fit or didn’t tickle her fancy. She’d separate, wash, dry and fold the items, placing them in bags or large plastic bins. When our schedules were free, and the planets were aligned just right, we’d venture off to Plato’s Closet.
I could Read more... Closing the Door On The Closet
By Cami Beiter ~~~~ What was that scrambled mess-of-a-quote George W. made some 12 years ago? “Fool me once, shame on...shame on you. Fool me...you can’t get fooled again.” After the fourth time, you think I’d learn...or put my foot down. With each experience of selling my daughter’s gently used clothing to Plato’s Closet, (her wallet) and expectations were always short changed. But like a love sick teenage girl, I kept thinking, maybe the next time will be better.
According to their website, Plato’s Closet buys and sells the latest looks in brand name gently used clothing accessories for teen and twenty-something guys and girls. Re-selling clothing has become a hot trend. You need to be choosy in what you present to a consignment or resale shop.
For us, this is a familiar routine. Peyton would clean out her closet of shorts, jeans, shirts, sweatshirts, shoes, boots and scarves...All items that either no longer fit or didn’t tickle her fancy. She’d separate, wash, dry and fold the items, placing them in bags or large plastic bins. When our schedules were free, and the planets were aligned just right, we’d venture off to Plato’s Closet.
I could Read more...