Before my love affair with resale began, I discovered my first fashion treasures from one specific hot spot: my mother’s and stepmom’s closets. Carrying my mother’s height by the time I was thirteen, getting the chance to access a more sophisticated palette was like digging in a sandbox filled with gold. There was something much more interesting to me than purchasing something straight out of a store front: For every piece of clothing I wore that had a past life, it seemed to take on a character all its own.
And with the sharing of clothes soon came the sharing of a mutual love: consignment shopping. My stepmother took me into my first resale store at age ten, a day I never forgot. To her, it may have been nothing more than errands through town (and seeing if there was any new credit on account, of course). But to me, it was a lesson that has stuck with me: Treat your things gently, and someday you might be able to resell them and trade them for something out of a brand new virtual closet filled with one-of-a-kind things.
While that first consignment store I visited certainly didn’t have items I was old enough to wear, I can only imagine what it would have been like to have a store like Here We Go Again in my home town. If you ever want to see our stores come alive, just stick around long enough to find some of our very best customers: the ones who shop not just in packs, but as a family of two to even three generations. It is a fascinating thing to see, not just to witness a trio of women style each other with such familiarity, but to see such a range of women all find goodies under our humble roof!
From all of us at Here We Go Again, Happy Mother’s Day to all of our fellow resale fanatics. We adore you, and we hope you know how much your own stories here become our own, too.