Loved Once Already
A cot that held one child through every night of a first year. A pram that did the beach and the botanic gardens. A box of books read aloud a hundred times. All of it still good, all of it going on to somebody.
Your money stays exactly where it is until that cot is standing in your own hall.
Collecting it, you stand in front of it with your hand on it and decide there. Take as long as you like — lift it, fold it, push it up the hall. The money goes across when you say so.
The scuff on the left footrest and how it got there. The wheel that squeaks until it warms up. A parent who has used it every day for three years tells you more in four lines than any listing ever has.
Your payment is held while it travels and for seven days after it is sent, so there is room for the post to be slow. You press one button the day it lands.
Every child deserves the possibility of good quality. The families here are passing on what they chose carefully in the first place, which is a very different shelf to shop from.
Prams and cots, sensory pieces, sports gear, instruments, whole wardrobes in one box, and what a fifteen-year-old has finished with. Every one of them somewhere in somebody's hallway tonight.
Looking costs you nothing, and so does an account. What a listing says is what it costs, start to finish.
What You Are Doing
A pram that carried one child has years left in it. Buying it here keeps those years going into your own family instead of into landfill, and it puts money back into the hands of a parent four suburbs away who is doing exactly what you are doing.
Open Your Gate For One Morning.
It’s the modern day garage sale, except no one arrives early.
Open Your Place See What Is Open Near You Or A Whole Street, Together