I don’t know…eBay is nice and all but Poshmark is pretty great. Once upon a time I was in Product Development in Ladies Footwear – talk about a wild ride! Fashion at it’s finest…and craziest…and literally in the thick of it. We used to say “we see everything from the birth, to the death, of a shoe.” And we did…
Poshmark is great because it offers more than just what you can find on eBay (but, in the same vein, both new and loved items you may not be able to get elsewhere – Fashion obsolescence!)
If you want to list something on Poshmark, while there are fees involved in selling, there aren’t any up front for listing…so even if you get dinged with a small fee at point of sale, you aren’t getting nailed monthly with hefty fees (those on eBay can really add up.) So basically it’s long-term exposure without a major price tag, provided your items need it.
It’s definitely worth checking out if you haven’t as yet… You can do so here.
This quotation jumped out at me when I saw it posted in the ether some time ago… It rings so very true for me. I couldn’t say whether it is a result of an empathic heart, INFJ tendencies, or the heavily-leaning introverted side of a potentially ambiverted personality. . .
My solitude is my sanity, and there are times when I must shut out all but what my body does involuntarily – my beating heart, and a chest which rises and falls like the tides, my sole companions.
For a long, long time, the thought of anyone in my space bordered on “terrifying.” It was not specifically a fear of loss, whether to freedom, or privacy, or presence…but more that my soul needed the expanse in which to re-calibrate and recharge. It felt almost like an affront to my very essence to have someone impede spatially in my life – as if I had no sanctuary my own.
I’m still a lot like a lone wolf, but there is one person with whom I am blessed beyond rhyme and reason to have in my life. And he…he won me over so much so that his presence challenged my comfort zone…and single-handedly defeated it.
Yes, yes…that’s what I said. Ice Cream for Goth chicks.
If lactose wasn’t so vehemently opposed to my stomach, and ice cream wouldn’t so zealously affix itself to my body, I would be seeking out Little Damage Ice Cream forthwith.
I don’t *totally* get the “unicorn” craze – I can respect the love of iridescence, absolutely, but I feel like this is getting to be a little overboard. Whatever. . .I’d go crazy for black ice cream regardless, just because…but as it squashing the overwhelming barrage of rainbow swirls left and right, I have to say I’m smiling ear to ear. . .
Goth girl getting back at the illusory and evanescent concept that is the prismatic unicorn? Maybe. . . But I think it’s more directed at the onslaught of look-at-pink-and-blue-sparkly-anime-eyed-me’s.
I’m not a trend follower, though – there it is. I lean towards the caliginous so despite my personal penchant for glitter, I’d ditch it for black without a second thought.
I mean, black and red ombre?! Holy shit, I’m in heaven!!!
All I can say is these cones, black as night, and the dark-and-dreary hued ice cream is up my alley and beyond. Had this been more prevalent when I was little, you better believe I’d have had it in place of birthday cake at my parties. Too bad, five year-olds, you can deal without pink for five minutes.
Well…nailed this one right on the head!
I like to inject Halloween wherever – and whenever – I can.
So I can’t say that I actually DO do this… I don’t. But it is pretty damn hysterical, and I actually laughed out loud. . .
None of it is *really* “good for you,” let’s just face the music, shall we? Probably more peaceful for us to accept it together. If not. . .some health guru might be judging you behind your back. . .