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27/06/2023

How Vinted Helped Me Let Go

Like many before me, I have finally jumped on the Vinted train and am currently attempting to flog some of my old clothes. I don’t think I have a large collection of clothes, purely because I’m quite tight and really fussy, so I only like spending money on clothes that I really love. Therefore, having a clear out for me is more of a slight reshuffle than a lifechanging haul but as I was unpacking my summer clothes this year, I realised that I hadn’t worn a lot of them for years and it was probably time to let them go.

Despite knowing it was time to say goodbye, it hasn’t been an uneasy breakup. The clothes are in good nick and, like many people, I can recount when I wore what and what amazing story it produced. My Vinted wardrobe is truly a millennial time capsule with Lipsy bodycon dresses and pencil skirts that were all the perfect look for going out-out. As I posted the images, I wondered if I’d made a terrible mistake; surely I’d need these again for a massive night out? And then I remembered I’m turning thirty-two this year.

Anyone who knows me can attest that I love a boogie and prosecco and have thoroughly enjoyed both for the past thirteen years. I also have no plans to never have a wild night out again. However, as I finally clicked ‘post’ on Vinted, I realised that that part of my life is largely over and I’m okay with it, which I never thought I’d say. If you’d spoken to me on the eve of the pandemic, I would have told you outright that there will never be a day when I’m not keen for a huge night out with my friends but, somehow, between then and now that desire has just slowly slipped away.

I know this isn’t a groundbreaking revelation, and part of me is furious that I’ve become a stereotype of someone in their thirties winding down their wild years, but I’m still shocked with my own acceptance of it and how this feeling has creeped up on me. When we were in lockdown, I dreamed of staying out until 3am with my friends, singing Stupid Love at the top of our lungs, and now I’d quite happily just go for a few drinks in the afternoon and then be home by eight so I can get some decent sleep.

I’m pleased that I’m comfortable with this transition as the idea of more Saturday nights in that out seemed hellish a few years ago but now I love that I can be content with both (and if I can avoid a hangover, it’s a big win). As we get older, my friends and I are creating memories in new ways and they are just as special as the ones from my twenties. So even though I’m breaking up with the bodycon boogie outfits, I’m still open to the odd raucous night out. But if it’s more like a bottomless brunch or a picnic in the park, I know the experience will be just as good.