Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The 'New' Clothes

The stack of clothing sat on the bed. A couple of dresses and a green corduroy skating outfit complete with skirt and vest lined with yellow satin. I remember each piece. I remember them well because they belonged to my cousin, Karen.

Karen is three years older than me. She watched over Kenton and I when we played and loved to dress us up as Robin Hood and Maid Marion. I idolized her and, to tell the truth, was envious of her beautiful clothes. The small stack of clothing sat on the bed.....waiting to go home with me.

Sydney is twelve and changing from girl to woman. My daughter-in-law handed a shopping bag of used clothing to me.

"I don't know if she will wear them or not." Well, I knew she would adore them.

This morning I gave the clothes to Syd. Immediately she grabbed the old, worn out leg warmers.

"I love them!" she exclaimed.

"You realize they have holes in them, don't you?"

"Uh huh. Your point?"

I knew the feeling. Leggings worn out by her dancer aunt. Leggings that would be worn with great affection for the previous owner.

Hand-me-downs aren't a symbol of have nots. Sometimes they are as priceless as a shopping spree to Nordstom's.

"I'm going to do a style show," Sydney said.

I sat remembering the first time I twirled in a green skirt with yellow, satin lining.

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