I finally did today what I have been putting off for several weeks. I dragged Alyssa into her bedroom, and then dragged out all of last year’s autumn and winter clothing. One by one, we tried on jackets, pullovers, shirts, pants and jeans. Amazingly, all but six shirts still fit (some are still big!). Unfortunately, only four pairs of pants and one pair of jeans fit, so it looks like I need to pick up a few more pairs of jeans.
From the “too small” pile, I made two more piles: one pile goes to consignment, in the hopes that the woman will accept them*. The other pile goes straight to freecycle. However, I won’t post any of the clothes on freecycle until I found out what will be accepted at consignment.
Consignment… did I mention this before? The woman that owns the shop literally inspects every single item of clothing thread by thread. She holds it up to the light, squints, looks at it this way and that way, peers in real close, holds it under different lightings, etc. I can’t tell if she is a consignment shop owner or a crime scene investigator. I keep waiting for her to drag out the microscope.
Anyway. I find her OCD/excessive tendencies of examining clothes 364 days from a year and then rejecting anything that has even a pin head sized smudge on it. Okay, I get it. You want clothes of decent quality, and clothes that are in good condition. But. Um. HELLO. It is consignment. These clothes are SECONDHAND and even THIRDHAND. Clothes that are NOT BRAND NEW WITH TAGS will sometimes have tiny imperfections – a loose thread, slightly faded design, or, God forbid, a pin head sized smudge of dirt or food or formula.
… Can you tell this woman annoys me? 
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
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