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September 3, 2003
Let's just say it: designer clothing is cool.
Paying for it on the other hand, not so much.
If, like many overworked, underpaid, label whores, you find
yourself torn between a desire for finer threads and a less-than-accommodating
bank account, it's time to dry your eyes, Angie. Someone's already
got it covered.
Second Time Around has been the self-proclaimed “leading
designer consignment clothing company in the New England area
for over three decades.” Not only does this store house
gorgeous gear at completely affordable prices, but there are
three locations in Boston, Newton and Cambridge. So chances are
there is probably one only a T stop or two away from you.
Here's how it works: People call up and make an appointment
to bring in frocks that are “so last season” that
they want to get rid of and make money on. After a staff member
reviews the items, appropriate pieces are kept at the store on
consignment. That means the original owner will receive 50 percent
of sale proceeds on all items sold. The store gets the other
half. It's a win-win-win. You free up closet space, you earn
cashola, the store splits it.
Second Time Around differs from other consignment stores in
that it only accepts designer merch - it can't be older than
two years and it must be wearable for the current season. So
you won't find a 1970s Bill Blass striped pique swimsuit in September.
But you may find a sweet pair of Miss Sixty jeans for only $30.
(They usually cost three times that!) Other designers you will
find include Anthropologie, Bulldog, Calvin Klein, Dollhouse,
Helmut Lang, Juicy Couture and Tocca.
If you don't have any designer duds to trade in, don't worry
- you can still scour the aisles like the mad, brand-name slut
you are. You may have to sift through some racks to find what
you want, but it beats shelling out your paycheck and then worrying
about how to pay rent the rest of the month. This way, your clothes
leave looking fresh and that line that was forming between your
eyebrows gets a rest, too. Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
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