I love clothes.
I have always loved clothes.
I remember being six or seven (whenever you have a first communion, if you've been raised Catholic) and being allowed to choose a present for this momentous occasion (and believe me, I deserved one after having to lie to come up with a sin to confess for my first confession) and I chose two things: a Swatch watch and a pair of Esprit shorts with green frogs and pink lily pads. It was my first big fashion moment. I felt ALIVE with desire for those frog shorts. When I wore them I felt more Myself somehow. They were made to be mine.
These days I pretty much always wear jeans and frumpy shirts, not having the time or money to dress the way I would like to. Like so many mamas I know, I get my fashion fix by dressing my children. Yes, it's silly. It's laughable. Some say it's just plain wrong, but we keep it low key. I never forbid Alden from playing for fear of him ruining something precious. For me, the patina (and holes and patches) are part of the charm of kids' clothes.
Since I'm not currently working for money, I can't afford to dress the kids in the fancy labels I like any more than I can afford to wear them myself...with three exceptions: eBay, secondhand shops and hand-me-downs. We've been super lucky scoring nice clothes for Alden through people Ian has met through work. The last batch was enormous and filled with clothes for 7-10 year olds. We've tucked some away for later, given away some to Alden's bestie and the rest is up on eBay now, along with a few of Saoirse's old things. I'm going to try to do a bit more clothing weeding this week, sending some along to Aunt Josie for her wee girl-to-be and posting a few more pieces to eBay.
Take a look here if you're so inclined.