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Reselling Vera

While repairing and upcycling the bags I've thrifted, primarily for my own use, I've started to notice antique mall vendors reselling lovely, pristine Vera Bradley bags, generally for about a third of what they go for new. I'd say the average price is $25.00, and most of them are retired patterns, so resellers are the only source for these.

I have about a half-dozen bags now that are in mint condition, like this lunch bag covered with pups. It will be a summer gift for my favorite person, but I can't help wondering. If I keep thrifting these bags, should I consider a side hustle in reselling the like-new ones that I don't intend to keep or gift?

I seem to have really good luck with finding rare, retired patterned bags in pristine condition.

I've had a lot of luck in assembling sets of them, too.

It's an interesting prospect. I know just where I would set up my shingle, too -- my favorite local junk shop, as the owner and I have become friends. :) But as I think more about it, the less enthusiasm I have for the idea. It means paying monthly rent for a space, and going weekly (or more) to asssure everything looks good. I'd have to create a new business entity for the sideline, and tread carefully so I don't end up with trademark issues.

If I were twenty years younger, maybe. But I think sticking to donating the excess to local thrift shops who are helping our community is more my speed.

Comments

Maria Zannini said…
You do such an expert job repairing and refurbishing these bags, I would definitely try reselling. But instead of a brick and mortar seller, I would try Etsy. Once you set up your online "shop" it should require no further attention until you sell. I'm not sure what the fees are, but they used to be quite nominal.

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