This morning has been taken up with the unenviable task of clearing old clothes from wardrobes. Its not been easy either, as the baby is home today (poorly with conjuctivitis) and so any task I try to complete is taking so much longer than usual. But it’s even harder today because usually I can be tough when it comes to clearing too-small clothes away. If being tough means lovingly storing them ‘just incase’ or in memory boxes since that dress was just so lovely and she wore it on such a lovely day…
So clothes make me sentimental. And they don’t have to be expensive garments either. I’ve blogged before about how I often remember life events according to what I was wearing. No, really. I remember what I was wearing on the day Ghostwriterdaddy ‘proposed’ to me and I remember my outfit of choice the day I discovered I was pregnant with all three of the kids. I even remember insignificant days and what I was wearing. It’s a talent I have. And now I remember happy occasions with the children and their clothes too. Like the little anorak we bought for the pre-schooler on the day he was referred to paediatrics at the hospital. We were so full of hope and so thankful that we were being listened to, finally. I also remember the outfit The Big One wore on a happy trip to the park when she was three, and the little suit the baby wore to come home from the hospital.
So packing these things away is a hard job. Not just because it’s time consuming, but because it hurts. It’s emotional! But today I decided to be tough. And I carefully set aside special clothes without thinking too much about them. Until I started to wonder how other parents dressed their children? I have two girls and one boy, and each child has such different styles. The Big One ever looked quite right in girly dresses and today she prefers jeans and hoodies over skirts. But the baby has always seemed a little more ‘dressy’ if thats the right word? Maybe it’s due to her being born after a boy, but these days I can’t resist the odd tutu and frill when I buy her clothes. And she seems to have more designer stuff too. Not because we’re rolling in it, but perhaps because you can get more of it these days?
So what do you think about designer clothing for young girls? Is it worth it? We seem to have a good mix of cheaper bits and more expensive items and I have to say that it’s really only coats and shoes I don’t mind paying a little more for. The rest of the time it seems silly- they grow so quickly and they spill weetabix down everything they wear so they don’t last long! But sitting here now, looking at the clothes in bags ready to be donated or stored, I’m wondering about other families and their bursting-at-the-seams wardrobes. I wonder whether clothes have such special memories for them too?
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