Making money out of moving house

Finally, eight months after our flat went on the market (and they say London is booming), we are discussing an actual date for completion/moving with the Leagle Eagles. Scarily, it’s two weeks today.

Contracts are being signed, but not exchanged yet, which isn’t doing much for my sensitive complexion. But with only a fortnight to go *furiously touches wood* I am thanking my lucky stars that we decided to get the house sorted weeks ago…

When I say sorted, I’m not talking about boxing up our belongings and taking a load of old rubbish with us to the new place. The forthcoming move has given us the perfect excuse to declutter, downsize and reevaluate all the crazy collections we have in our house (including action figures, old vinyl and Gü ramekins).

And no need for me to paint a picture when it comes to The Clothes: let’s just say two full-to-bursting rails in the loft have been reduced to one (in addition to my actual wardrobe in the bedroom, but still). Tonight, I’ve invited people (ladies) over to rummage through the stuff I am managing to extract from my dusty grip. All proceeds will go to a charity close to our hearts.

Another charity close to my heart is my iPod fund. The Old Dear stopped playing music, whirred a bit (it sounded the Tardis) and then died in the palm of my hand. RIP.

To buy a new one, I need to raise some cash, so I turned to the trusty services of Music Magpie. It’s not the first time that I’ve decided to sell my stuff for cash; even though the charity shop is a brilliant option, occasionally I do want to raise a bit of revenue for myself given the hundreds of pounds I’ve spent on music and media over the years.

Giving clothes to friends is fine when you can be bothered to organise a swish, but culling your CD and DVD collection isn’t that simple: would any of my friends really want a complete collection of Now That’s What I Call Music the Millenium Series? No, thought not.

And if you take stuff to the charity shop…well, you’ve got to take it. I can’t drive (I know, I know) so more than a couple of carriers means more than one trip on the bus – and struggling on the 249 with exploding carrier bags of old possessions is never a good look.

I’ll have you know, this is (most of) my music collection post-cull – can you imagine it before?

I did my first round of Music Magpie-ing during the summer and couldn’t believe it when my, let’s say “eclectic” collection of unwanted music and DVDs (we’re talking The Wiggles meets The Wonderstuff) landed me a cheque for over £60.

This time around the cull wasn’t quite as big, but Music Magpie came in awful handy again. I needed to get rid of more before the move, desperately wanted some help to buy a new iPod and didn’t have time to go to the charidee emporium.

If you’ve never used Music Magpie before, the process is really simple: go through your unwanted CDs and put the barcodes into the site. You get an instant valuation and although individually it might not look like much, once you’ve put a few in there it soon builds up. When you’ve finished, you box up your booty and print out a label – easy. Then, they either come and collect from you personally, or you can leave the box in a safe place (porch etc) and they will grab it without you needing to be there.

How good is that?

I sorted through the CDs and DVDs on Saturday and by Monday lunchtime the box had been collected and whipped off to the Music Magpie team.

Within a few days my cheque should come through and I can go iPod shopping with a nice little cushion to help me cope with the dent in my bank account. Good times.

And if that’s got you excited, you don’t have to stop at CDs: you can sell games, electronics, tecchy stuff and *drum roll* clothes (!) to Music Magpie too. You put in the brand garment type and off you go.

If anything is left over after tonight’s swish I will be very sorely tempted…

As El’s taste in movies is maturing all the time (thank heavens his Spongebob collection bit the dust in this “sort out”) I’m sure Music Magpie will get another box of delights from me next year

Written by Johanna Payton