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Reading time: 2.09 508 words Hey Reader, Many photos on Vinted look like someone screwed the clothes into a ball, kicked them around a playpen for half an hour, then hung them crooked on a hanger in a dingy basement with weird stained-glass windows, then used a potato to snap the pic. That, or they look as-new on a mannequin or supermodel. I can’t compete with the latter and I was sure I could do better than the former, so yesterday I spent a couple of hours making my husband take silly photographs of me in clothes I want to sell. Then a couple more hours writing little stories to go with them. Because the other thing about Vinted listings is they say stuff like, “Brand new. 41” chest. 100% linen.” Which is fine and no shade, but decided to have a bit of fun with it. Because I am terrible at having my photo taken so it’s flattering, and Joe has many talents but portrait photography is not one of them, I got the sheep and the vegetable patch involved. Nothing says “dress suitable for a wedding” like a woman frolicking with her sheep, right? I’m levelling up my wardrobe because of Samantha Harman and as I buy a lot of my clothes on Vinted, I thought I’d have a bash at selling on there too. Telling silly little stories to flog clothes that no longer suit who I am has been fun. It’s a different way of writing with zero consequences. And making space in my wardrobe for the person I want to be has also been fun, but in a much more challenging way. Ever since I met Samantha, my mind has been blown a little bit each time we’ve talked. And as I’ve been working with her to edit her new book Just Get Dressed, my mind has been blown even more. Because all this about selling my old clothes to make space for new ones? It’s not really about clothes. This book is going to change the conversation about fashion, clothes, and self-image, and I’m really excited about it. People are going to make snap judgements about it, and those judgements are going to be wrong. But if they give the book a chance and actually read it, they’ll discover a lot about themselves and how the world works. If you’re even a tiny bit intrigued, I suggest you join us tomorrow at Samantha’s online launch party. I’m speaking at it, as are author Lucy Grimwade, author (and another incredible client of mine) Sophie Lee, Lois Bates-Stubbs the logistics queen, and Just Get Dressed cover designer Bethany Jewkes. Samantha will be letting us peep inside the book, and there’ll be a Q&A afterwards. It starts at 1pm, I’m on at 1.30pm, and everything wraps up around 4-4.30pm. If you’ve ever trawled through Vinted thinking GAWD I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR AND I COULDN’T PULL OFF ANY OF THESE THINGS JUST GIMME MY JOGGERS I highly recommend joining us because this could change everything for you. ​Register here — it’s free!
TTFN, Vicky 🫡 p.s. Know someone who might enjoy this email? Please forward it to them and get them to sign up here.
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