In the world of Mommy-hood, the thrill of new baby stuff wears thin pretty quickly. When you are expecting your first baby, you do the registry thing – a MUCH more stressful version of the wedding registry. Researching and evaluating car seat safety ratings is much more nerve-wracking then, say, selecting the largest margarita glasses you can get your hands on. But anyway – then the baby comes. And you learn that, while your *best friend’s baby* LOVED the swing – your baby screams bloody murder every time you walk past the swing. And you learn that your baby hates the bouncy. And you learn that your stroller isn’t as practical as you’d hoped. And you learn that babies only wear clothes a few times, if ever, before they outgrow them. And you learn that no matter how big your house is, the baby stuff seems to be EVERYWHERE!!! You learn a lot. Once you get the hang of all of this “learning” (aka – the baby screams, you learn something new in order to survive) – you start to realize WHAT A HUGE WASTE OF MONEY AND PLASTIC all this baby crap is.
Enter the world of consignment shopping. I LOVE consignment shopping. Every spring and fall, like clockwork, all of the big children’s consignment sales are held – allowing you to purchase gently used kid-stuff for a fraction of the retail price. Clothes, toys, baby and kid gear – you name it – I buy it on the cheap.
Tonight, I had the pleasure of introducing my sister, K, to the world of Mommy Consignment sales. K’s not what you would consider your average bargain shopper, much less one to consider purchasing “used”. Now, to be honest, K did accompany me to a sale last fall when we just found out about her little bundle of joy. For the most part, she stuck close to me, just observing, and ever so confused about the aggressive crowds of bargain-hungry Mamas. This time, she was going to be brave – on the look-out for a few specific items – visible baby-bump on display. We were hopeful. We had a plan. We joked about the possibility of her needing an emergency whistle.
We pushed forward. I led her through several racks of not-what-we-were-looking-for as I spotted racks of baby girl clothes across the room. I alerted K and headed off, leaving her to find her own treasures. Ten minutes later, K tracks me down in the racks, two baby toys in hand. She was too confused. I sighed. And handed her armloads of clothes and shoes. I’m pretty sure I outfitted both of my girls for the summer for less than a hundred dollars this weekend. Also. SIT AND SPIN!!
Better luck next season, K. You’ll get the hang of it.