I had my hat handed to me today by what I thought was an upscale consignment store . Or so it was when I last lived in that neighbourhood. I first tried to take my carefully folded and packed things in last weekend but was told they take goods Monday-Friday only. Back again today, circled the block a few times looking for parking, finally found a spot , and went in.

Packed to the rafters with stuff - bags hanging everywhere. All looking colorful and crazy, which kind of put me off, but that doesn't matter.

It was bought a year or two ago by a group of Ukrainian immigrant women, as it turns out, and they have a very different aesthetic , which is fine....but my things clearly did not hit the mark. The owner went through my box of purses, which included a vintage Prada, an almost brand new leather Coach special edition bag, a brand new nylon Baggu, a Madewell leather/canvas tote, a Banana Republic leather bag - all in MINT condition ...and my bag of clothing which included a few new-with-tags pieces from Aritizia, Free People, and Banana Republic. A pair of sandals that had been worn once. A Ralph Lauren Polo Bear t-shirt . Looked at it all dismissively, asked me if I had a receipt for the Prada bag (???!!!) and not even politely declined. "Nothing today", she said . I asked for some feedback, and she said " oh many decisions go into it".

A frustrating waste of valuable time . Also a funny reminder that your things are only as lovely as they are to you.