To ConsingMENT or NOT ...

To Consign it or not
that was the question.

Usually, I just donate, or give away my clothes- to happy homes. That, or keep them until my mother takes them from me because they're to worn and torn.

*And I say they because I have severe separation anxiety with anything I own.

Everything I own has value, at least to me.
I know where everything I wear comes from.

But the question wasn't, what was I going to wear?
It was where was what I was wear going to go.

Quite the brain teaser.

So I decided to consign, with a good friend of mine.

First we went to a consignment shop in Manyunk called The Attic.

This was an ok attempt number 1.
They only took one of my shirts...out of 4 trash bags of clothes...
but I will cut The Attic some slack, because they were totally, completely overwhelmed with clothing.
which is a win for them
but a loss for me...

Attempt 2
the one, the only, Plato's Closet.
If your a broke, desperate, girl, you should know allllllll about this place.
However, I really did not. So they took two dresses... out of the 4 trash bags of clothes... Yay

Final Attempt
was a donation box.

I didn't even care about the money.
I just wanted my happy clothes to be happy.

And that made me happy.