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Thrift shopping (and selling!) online: lovin’ ThredUP

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I just wanted to share.

I love my baby . . . but she can make shopping a little complicated:

She gets squirmy in the baby carrier.

She has figured out how to climb out of the grocery store and Target carts despite the child restraint.

Here she is laughing at the cart’s inability to contain her exuberant motion.

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Child restraint schmild restraint!

She is a baby on the move.

So! I discovered ThredUP through a friend who posted a link via facebook. ThreduUP is basically an online consignment store, with brand name clothes for thrift-ish prices.

Having a squirmy little one increases the wonder of online shopping. And since Alice is just a baby and doesn’t need to try things on, I can just hop online and look around for things for her when she needs ’em–thrift things like a pair of adorable 18 month size jeans for $3.79. Or an adorable blue and white striped dress that is one of my absolute favorites.

I’ll hit up Salvation Army when I can, but on the days that my squirmy wonderbaby just doesn’t want to go shopping, I can shop without going. Here’s the link where you guys can check it out.

And let me add–they don’t just have baby clothes! They have women’s clothes which you can sort by brand, color, price level–I love it! (And I love the Banana Republic black pencil skirt that I found–that was a well-spent $14 if I may say so.)

Ok, and let me add one more ringing endorsement: you can order what they call a “clean-out bag,” which they will deliver to your door. You fill this bag with your consignment-worthy clothes, put their pre-paid UPS or USPS label on it, send it off, and they will go through and pay you for the clothes they accept (you can even get the rest returned to you, though for a fee). I stuffed my first bag full and just got my first payout–$45.10.

Thredup bagWhoopdeedoodledoo.

As you may have noticed in my screen print, you can also earn referral money if you love the site and want to share with friends–just like I’m doing!

Double whoopdeedoodledoo.

Anyway, if you’re a thrift-loving person and/or have a small posse that can limit your shopping ability, check ‘er out.

Cake in the face and a bad, bad nap

Full disclosure: I’m at work right now. I’m drinking my second cup of coffee. And my normally good napper is crying. It’s a strangled, all-out, I’m-going-to-cry-until-I-fall-dead-asleep. And it’s been going on for 45 minutes. Earlier in the morning, when this nap was on Attempt #1, I finally aborted the effort and got her up again, fed her a snack, played with her, changed her diaper. Attempt #2 has been a disaster: I’ve been in twice. I’ve nursed her. I’ve sung. I’ve rocked her. And I’d get her up . . . but she really needs this nap. If I get her up, she will be miserable. I will be miserable. All are punishéd.

She’s just going to have to cry until her energies are spent and sleep finally claims her.

It’s hard!

I’d almost forgotten just how hard it is to listen to your little one wailing her lungs out, because Alice is such an easy baby and has been a good sleeper since the get-go.

So all that to say: my head is starting to hurt, my emotions are going “zing” and I need to dwell on some positivity. If not, this twitch in my face may become permanent.

Let’s just talk about cake.

They are only two occasions in life that celebrate a gloriously messy cake-in-the-face moment. One is your wedding, and the other is your first birthday.

This birthday girl started things off a little dubious . . .

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Hey–this is actually pretty good, you guys.

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Should I pulverize it with my fists?

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And here’s to hoping that soon the cries will subside so that my brain doesn’t start melting into a puddle of goo and so that Alice’s vocal cords aren’t permanently destroyed.