I must confess, I am sort of an addict. I like clothes. However, I hate shopping, generally. Once your closet gets too full, you have to either give it away or sell it. Enter eBay. Now, I am an addict for eBay. I shop at Goodwill for the most part. I like the idea of recycling, but I also love a good treasure hunt. I can walk past the rows and rows and spot a finer fabric among the cheap stuff. I have an eagle eye for fine tailoring. Also, being an artist who is… well, you know.. challenged in the bank account, I can feed a fetish cheaply.
I have always been a huge fan of Project Runway. One year on my Facebook, we had the option to click a button and it would tell you the top words you used all year in your status updates and how many times you used them. My number one word was Project and my second was Runway. Now, if I would only take the time to learn to sew.
Lately, I have been going to auctions. It’s a sealed bid auction. The merchandise is all in these big boxes or bins on pallets. You place your bid, basically what you are willing to pay, and hope yours is the highest. You turn in your sheet and check the website the next day. I think the people who put together the pallets have a wicked sense of humor. Sometimes, it’s obvious that they put one good item (like a Euro-foam mattress) in with a lot of junk (like one half of a hammock). I speak from experience. Or sometimes you see this: This is a bunch of steel pipes with the complete season 1 of “Game of Thrones”
I like to bid on clothes, looking for the ones that are ‘new with tags’ that sell pretty easily on eBay. Sometimes, it’s because I see something I want (my motto is love it because you might get stuck with it). Sometimes, it’s just about what I think will sell. I bid on a box with some Bebe stuff with tags and ended up with a $550 Zac Posen runway dress that I stupidly threw in the washer with my towels. However, it is still a fab dress and if you watch Project Runway too, you might need to pick your chin up off the floor right now.
I avoid, as much as possible, lost luggage. I don’t really want to deal with that. But those people who prepare the pallets are smart. They know you can’t go through the whole box, so they throw some ‘new with tags’ on the top. They got me good this time. 2 full boxes of lost luggage. It breaks my heart, really. Goodwill is full of clothes and things that have been surrendered willingly. Lost weight, gained weight, kid grew, Grandma downsizing, etc. But lost luggage is connected with pain. The stress of the loss, the worry of what to do without your bag and then the paltry amount of money offered to you by the insurance company for the airline. This place is all about damaged freight from insurance claims. The claims are settled, now what to do with the ‘stuff’? Here come the bidders….
These last two boxes were full of sad stories. I am sure one was a very tall soccer player from the LA area. He still had Starburst candy in the pocket of his hoodie. He went to New York and the t-shirts he bought for his girlfriend never got there. Then there’s the lady who shops a lot at Talbots but always puts her make up on before she puts her shirt on. The plus sized lady on her beach vacation, the trendy LA girl at the ski slopes. The most painful was this woman from Turkey, I think. How hard this must have been to arrive in America without her handmade clothes. Either she was devastated that all her traditional clothing was gone, or she was delighted to get a whole new set of clothes. Either way, now I get to deal with it…Somedays… easier than others..