As you'll know if you regularly read my blog or follow me on twitter, I went a bit clear-out crazy recently. I had two blogsales going on, plus I was gearing up to do a boot sale with my friends.
The boot sale was a hilarious experience, but not one I'm sure I'd want to repeat! After the clearing out was done and you guys had bought what you wanted, the leftovers were labelled and packed up ready to go.
We met up at 6am (this was a Sunday by the way!) and loaded up a van and a car with all our stuff. I had cups of tea and bacon sandwiches at the ready to wake us up and prepare us for the torture which lay ahead...
When we arrived, people started coming up to the car before we'd even stopped! They were asking if we had things like mobile phones, gold and perfume. Clearly these people are pros and want to grab the best bargains as soon as people arrive and I assume they sell them on somewhere. We plucked up the courage to get out of the car and started unloading the van just as it started to rain. We'd brought some umbrellas with us, so we put them up and got on with it.
A new group of people started to swarm who weren't after anything particular, they just wanted to be the first to see what we had - they were trying to raid the stuff before we'd even unpacked it! It was all getting a bit much as there were people waving things in my face asking how much and all crowding round - it would have been very easy for someone to steal something at this point and we probably did lose a few bits as we had lots of small things like jewellery. We decided to tell people that things weren't for sale yet so that we could have some room to breathe and unpack - this is where the first hilarious quote of the day came from when Heather told the crowd to "f**k back" from the van! The way it came out was so funny, it's become a new catchphrase!
Once things were unpacked it was so much easier for shoppers to look at what we had and for us to sell it. We'd labelled our stuff with different coloured stickers, so if I sold something with a red sticker, I knew it was Zara's and would pass her the money. This worked really well and there was lots of shouting "how much for your green dress?" and the reply usually being "a paaaand" - we turned into right little cockney market traders for the day, doing a bit of wheeling and dealing and buy one get one free.
Clothes sold really well, but we had to have really low prices - nobody wanted to pay more than £2 even for something brand new with the tags on - but we knew this when we went. Anything I had which I knew was worth a lot more on eBay was left at home. We took my old clothes rails and lots of spare hangers to display our clothes. I'd really recommend this as it's so much easier for buyers to see what you have. The only trouble was if the wind blew too hard they fell over!
We sold lots of jewellery, shoes and handbags too. I even had a box of half used products like mousse, hairspray, body lotion etc and people were buying those for 50p each - not bad for stuff hanging around my bathroom unloved. I also sold the fake J'adore perfume that the bf was scammed with on eBay for £2!
Elliott spotted a lady in sequinned hat and suggested she might like to buy a sequinned jumper to go with it, and she did! Good selling skills there!
Books, cds and dvds didn't sell too well - we sold some but had lots left over too.
That's me modelling some of the stock to entice the customers... I can't say it was all that successful!
Trying to get our stuff laid out in the rain and whilst under siege was a pretty low point of the day and it made me pleased there were four of us - I wouldn't want to do a boot sale with less than that I think. Also getting robbed was a shame, but something I think you have to expect it in that environment. At one point another shopper pointed out that a man had stolen something from us, another time my friend noticed something she was selling was gone but none of us had sold it. Also, I saw a woman wearing a cardigan of mine so I asked her if she was trying it on and whether she wanted to buy it and she told me it was hers and she'd come to the boot sale wearing it! It was a leopard print cardigan which blatantly didn't go with the other clothes she was wearing and I could clearly tell it was mine because of the distinctive buttons and the bobbling (the reason I was getting rid of it). I couldn't believe her cheek, I'd have only charged £1 for it anyway!
There were some good points though, and we all had a laugh and made some extra cash. Heather had brought a big double buggy to sell for her Mum and I managed to get my foot caught on it and landed flat on my face in front of so many people! Luckily I found it funny and didn't get hurt - once I laughed, everyone else joined in and laughed at me too. Haggling with the customers was funny too, some people were so cheeky! One man agreed to do a dance for us to get some money off what he was buying, although he didn't actually do the dance in the end. One of my favourite quotes from the day is when Heather unpacked a Belgian beer glass and Zara's brother asked her if she was selling a bong!
At the end of the day we started dropping prices. I really didn't want to take anything home, so I started giving things away for free and then we packed up what was left and took it to a charity shop. We were all pleased with the money we made - I think I made the most as I had the most stuff to sell (I'm a shopping addict and a hoarder) and I came away with more than £200. Our pitch fee was only £12, which between all of us was nothing really.
Getting out of the place was a nightmare - we should probably have left earlier. There was a massive queue to get out, and our car got separated from our van by a nasty old man directing the traffic. He wouldn't let us go with the van even though we asked and he said it was because they had a horse and we didn't! He was clearly nuts and was wearing an orange Sainsbury's fleece which he must have bought at the bootsale, and a crazy blue hat. Once we eventually wound round the long way he'd sent us 20 minutes later, we came back out in the same place where he'd told us we couldn't go unless we had a horse! We were so angry and he just found it funny!
I realised afterwards that we were so busy selling we didn't really have a chance to have a look around - I heard there was a Mac stall somewhere. I didn't see it, but I assume it would only have been selling fakes, not sure though. I think I would do it again, but I'll never have as much to sell as I did that day. I'm going to try and be more restrained with my shopping from now on and only buy things I actually need or really really love - there was so much stuff I sold that I'd only worn or used once if at all - I hate to think how much it all cost me originally. In fact, I'm not going to think about that, far too depressing!
Do you buy or sell at boot sales?
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