[dropcap]M[/dropcap]y alarm clock pinged at the ungodly hour of 6am on a Saturday morning. My friends and family will laugh at this- everyone knows I love my weekend lie ins. But, for this particular Saturday, I was going to my very first car boot sale to sell. The night before, I had turned my room and wardrobe upside down to sort out the things I no longer needed, packing them up into bags, all ready to go at the crack of dawn.
I was heading to the Princess May School in Stoke Newington, named one of Timeout’s top London car boot sale spots, to hawk off my wares. Consistently named as a car boot sale gem for vintage finds and knick knacks in East London, it costs £10 for a walk in pitch- or if you’re a shopper, £3 before 9am and 50p after to enter.
I met my friend Stephane- fun fact, he was the very first friend I made at uni– outside the school gates and paid the fee for our pitch. Before we could even start unpacking our bags, professional car booters were surrounding us, ready to pounce for first dibs on anything valuable. It was really bizarre but also a little thrilling? I sold an old Zoe Karssen sweatshirt before I had even reached the bottom of my bag- which goes to show, it pays to be an early bird at these things!
I drank bucket loads of tea, ‘replenished’ our stock, and met some interesting characters. There was one older gentleman who kept offering me £1 for a pair of boots and on his fourth try within the hour, I gave in purely because his toothless smile and cheeky determination made me laugh. A man’s got to have a pair of women’s black cowboy boots, right?
The early morning crowd were professional car booters or fashion buyers scouting for pieces followed by keen car boot sale fans. By mid morning, it was brimming with East London fashionistas before finally tailing off towards 2 o’ clock with Dalston locals just casually browsing through.
By the time it wrapped up, I had made some nice pocket money for the week ahead and had successfully cleared through yet more ‘stuff’ from the house. Winner, winner! And a chicken dinner for my selling efforts.
There’s also a Sunday sale, but according to Stephane, Saturdays are the best and busiest.
I’m really glad I gave it a go- selling stuff at a car boot sale has really opened up my eyes to alternative ways to get rid of ‘stuff’ that accumulates at home. I’m converted!
You can check The London Car Boot Co website to find your nearest one; maybe you’ll even see me there again one day shilling my stuff for £1!