Trueblue
10-01-2007, 10:19 AM
I ran errands today, including a trip to the local consignment store. I took a black leather jacket of my older son's, once prized, now despised, thinking I could make a good $10 or $20 from it.
While I was there, I checked out the purses, because you can't believe the good name brands I've gotten there. I already own a Brighton and a Liz Claiborne. Sure enough, I found a brown Fossil that is a great size and style. Inside was a bonus-a real estate agent's advertising pen and some lovely mint-scented chewing gum wrappers, placed there to freshen the interior, I suppose. The purse did have a little place where the stitching had come loose, and they knocked off another four dollars.
However, my son's coat was not up to snuff, in this place where they sell damaged second-hand purses with chewing gum wrappers inside. It had some microscopic spots on the back, and the woman said, "We'll pass on this today", as if on some other day, they might grab it from my arms and kiss me out of sheer joy that I brought it to them.
So I decided to take the coat to the cleaners, where they said, yes, they dry cleaned leather, but you had to pay up front.
The price? $37.50. I would NEVER get that much from selling it second hand, so I decided to put it in the Salvation Army box at home. As the coat and I headed home, I turned to it and told it that I hope it had enjoyed our outing. I know I did.
While I was there, I checked out the purses, because you can't believe the good name brands I've gotten there. I already own a Brighton and a Liz Claiborne. Sure enough, I found a brown Fossil that is a great size and style. Inside was a bonus-a real estate agent's advertising pen and some lovely mint-scented chewing gum wrappers, placed there to freshen the interior, I suppose. The purse did have a little place where the stitching had come loose, and they knocked off another four dollars.
However, my son's coat was not up to snuff, in this place where they sell damaged second-hand purses with chewing gum wrappers inside. It had some microscopic spots on the back, and the woman said, "We'll pass on this today", as if on some other day, they might grab it from my arms and kiss me out of sheer joy that I brought it to them.
So I decided to take the coat to the cleaners, where they said, yes, they dry cleaned leather, but you had to pay up front.
The price? $37.50. I would NEVER get that much from selling it second hand, so I decided to put it in the Salvation Army box at home. As the coat and I headed home, I turned to it and told it that I hope it had enjoyed our outing. I know I did.