Everything Sam is wearing in this picture is a hand-me-down…including, I’m sure, the socks. Everything Sam is wearing today is a hand-me-down. Actually everything each of my children is wearing was once owned by someone else…or, in some cases, four or five someone-elses before them.
If hand-me-downs were on Facebook, and they asked me to “like” them, they wouldn’t even have to offer me a free lunch to do it. They’re my favorite. Ever since my own childhood when I was known to change outfits a few times a day, the big black trash bags stuffed full of Jordache jeans, Forenza sweatshirts, and, yes, even socks, I’ve loved the cycle that someone else’s trash is my treasure.
And for kids–who outgrow flip flops before they learn to walk in them, hats before they wear them (in the case of my kids), or entire Easter ensembles because they didn’t like orange that year? Yes! Pass them along! Hand-me-downs from dear, generous friends have saved us thousands of dollars.
Now that I know we’re having a boy and he will be our last, I can really continue the cycle.
I can’t wait to get rid of this stuff to someone else who might need it. Purge!
A friend of mine has been known to pass along clothes that still fit her kids, just because she can’t stand looking at the SAME STUFF EVERYDAY.
Yes…X3.
Because after having three babies who spit up more than they kept down, I can’t wait to unload all these outfits I have washed and dried and hung and fought over thousands of times.
Who knows. Maybe the lucky recipients will find their own Jordache jeans and Forenza sweatshirt treasures in these bags.
