I Went To An Upscale Children’s Consignment Event & Expo

I want to preface this post by saying I’m incredibly grateful to the mom who gave me one of her preview sale tickets to this event. It was very thoughtful and maybe with better planning, I would have done a better job.

Instead, with list in hand, I walked in on a huge indoor soccer area completely filled with racks of used clothes and side areas sectioned off in categories of books, toys, strollers, etc.

Among the things were SWARMS OF NEW MOMS. Pregnant ladies, ladies with little children, ladies helping other ladies sort through a bin of bottle nipples. All armed with those huge blue Ikea shopping bags strapped on to their shoulders.

And they all looked like they were out for blood.

I glanced at my list and tried to hit different parts of the sale to see if they had anything I might want. At one point, while looking through a small stack of car seat covers, a woman with no sense of personal space said “excuse me”, as if what, I’m supposed to stop what I’m doing and let you go through this before me? Oh no, I know how this works. It’s first come, first serve and I Was Here First.

I hadn’t felt this sort of intense women rivalry in a long, long time. And I know it won’t be the last.

In fact, it’s my nightmare that my kid is going to befriend someone whose mother I can’t stand. Or worse, a whole group of kids with moms who are in some sort of clique that is awful and I have to relive junior high all over again.

Back to the sale, though, what did I expect? It’s a giant selection of gently worn baby items for a good price and if there’s one thing I’ve learned since getting pregnant, used is the way to go.

This is no friendly get together of new moms. This is basically the $100 wedding dress sale at David’s Bridal, but with a lot less pushing and shoving and more passive aggressive boxing out.

And I’m just not into that. I actually stopped looking for myself altogether and started to look for items for the kids I watch. Pull string toy for my current little boy, Frozen anything or fun clothing in 5T for my former live-in nanny charge. No luck.

Even when I found a few well priced sleep sacks and a mini Snoogl (ahem, a pregnancy pillow…yeah…), I decided those few items were not worth standing in the LINE 60 people deep that snaked around the entire soccer field.

It was an interesting experience. I think if I’m ever invited to go to one again, I’ll look for the least coveted things possible.

Like a fifteenth edition “What To Expect When You’re Expecting” (which they had seventeen copies of).



Leave a Reply

Name and email address are required. Your email address will not be published.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

You may use these HTML tags and attributes:

<a href="" title="" rel=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <pre> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> 

%d bloggers like this: