On Monday night I went to a clothes swap run by The Clothing Exchange – my first one!
The idea of it was to bring up to six pieces of clothing, which you exchanged one-for-one with buttons upon entering (subject to the garment being in good enough condition and such). After all the clothes were hung up, we could go and pick up three items to try on. If we wanted them we took them off the hangers and could try on another three. And then we “paid” for the items we wanted with the buttons.
review
It was a pretty small event, which meant less to choose from and the nice things being snapped up in about a minute. And I don’t know if it was just because I was slow at choosing, but the half of stuff that was left after that intial minute wasn’t so great in terms of quality. I’m hoping they’ll start being a bit stricter about that, or that it was just an off night for them.
the goods
That said, I picked up some things that I adore, and I’m assuming the things I gave up went to loving homes. (They were some of the nicest things from when I removed most of my ‘not-me’ colours from my closet.)
Here’s what I got.
Scarf with pockets. I was close to buying a new scarf (organic from Etsy or something) because I hadn’t any luck finding one at an op shop the past few months. The ones I have usually clash with the new colours I’m wearing. But this is perfect.
Strange silk dress which I got because I liked the print (but the dress looks awful on me). I’ll turn it into a camisole or another kind of top.
I adore the style of this skirt and the rich colour of it so much.
I had six buttons to “spend” but nothing else felt right, so I just stuck with these three items.
thoughts
I think if I had’ve attended this event last year I would have felt a little jibbed. Like I’d lost money giving up six really nice items when I’d only come away with three. How much money I could have made on them if I sold them on eBay instead. Annoyed that some of the other guests didn’t put in better pieces for the benefit of everyone else.
But instead I’m inclined now to think that I got a perfect deal. I have two items that I love and one item that I might love soon, and they’re worth more to me than the six pieces I didn’t even want, no matter how much they cost in the first place.
I’m not equating value with money anymore. I’m not equating it with how many of something there is.
Value is feeling.
- It feels good to know that my items have a new life with people who will appreciate them. There’s not really that feeling when I donate to an op shop, because I don’t know quite as much about where they’ll end up.
- It feels good to have decluttered an extra six unwanted things from my home.
- It feels good to have these new-to-me things that truly express my personal style.
- It was a really lovely night with a very good friend.
The other stuff doesn’t really matter anymore.
one last word
I found myself wanting stuff again after attending the event. You might know that I’ve barely bought anything aside from food, necessities and experiences in the past month or so (and been quite content doing without my usual thrifted wares), so this shook my foundations a little.
I thought about new shoes all the way home.
I wasn’t expecting that, though I can see why it happened. The event reminded me of the joys you get from new things, that sense of ‘I don’t have enough’. But I’m just going to wait, and the desire and urgency will pass. If the new shoes idea sticks around for a few months, I’ll look into it then.
I’ll go again sometime next year, I think.
Have you been to a clothing swap? How did you find it?
















