Coming from a family with two older sisters and loads of older female cousins, I was the unlucky one who inherited most of my clothes until the age of 12. I hated it and longed for the time when I had my own money to buy clothes for. Around 12+ years later I have my very own money and I could buy all new shiny clothes if I wanted to. But how is it that I get loads more excited when I visiting a ‘clothes exchange’ or having raid-session of friends’ wardrobes?!
My friend Frankie, who is moving house, needed my help with going from two wardrobes to one (thank god, that wasn’t me in that situation!). Trying to be a good friend, I agreed to it since it was an excellent opportunity for me to ‘give and take’!
I got all her clothes, shoes, bags etc. out on the floor and separated the ‘unwanted-too big-or-too small’-pile with the ‘I might wear this at some point!’-pile. In half an hour I had, without fighting with fellow annoying shoppers on a Saturday afternoon, managed to get four scarves, a shirt and a dress!... for free! Bargain!
