The assorted items that I would class as rubbish sold within five minutes – and I have never wanted so much to engage in dialogue with a buyer
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e have a lot of differing opinions about Vinted activity in my household. My son thinks [sic] “old people have a massively inflated idea of how much things are worth”, so he would never flog anything on my account, lest he get tainted with oldness. It was hard to know where to start on this argument, between “maybe we just have nicer stuff”; “the worth of everything is determined by the price people will pay for it, in a citizen economy”; and “I am not old”.
My daughter, conversely, is happy to funnel her wares through me, which is how I arrived at peak Vinted, its very spirit in a single item: I posted a bag of random tat for £2. It sold within five minutes.
This wasn’t a lucky dip. I was scrupulously transparent about what was in it: a single earring; some hair clips; a ring in the shape of a snake that had gone a funny colour; necklaces with that telltale unfixable knot of the truly cheap jewellery item; a different single earring. The first was a tiny cocktail, the second was a slice of cake, so I guess, if you squinted, you could bill them as a themed pair, “elements of a hen night”.
