geez! reading over that last entry later in the day ~ perhaps less caffeinated, it sounds like a bitch session more than anything else. i certainly didn't mean it that way. more just a funny possibly ironic anecdote to being a parent. i much prefer second-hand clothing to new ~ socially, environmentally, financially.. i had no idea that this clothes hand-me-down phenomenon would happen when we had a baby. it seems that hand-me-downs crawl out of the woodwork, and propagate (like the fuzzy bunnies that adorn them) in the hamper. and i am grateful for it. long live the hand-me-down wardrobe! and may my daughter derive less of her self image and identity from the fabric covering her skin than her mom obviously does.
~*~ Epilogue to the epilogue ~*~
so i decided to delete that previous post. it was poorly written, and bugged me whenever i thought about it. we all have things that in our mind are witty until they come out and then ~ thud. it felt like an old song that used to hit that perfect note that since has fallen a little flat. mainly i just prefer to live in gratitude.
Anjali has helped me more easily to smile and roll with a lot from well-intentioned others. and if i'm very honest, as i look in the laundry pile these days, my heart lightens a little to see the generous splashes of pink. the pink reminds me of Anjali.
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Don't worry, I bet she'll be much more impacted by the generosity of hand-me-downs than the color of them in the long run. When I was a kid I remember our (older, cooler) neighbor coming over fairly often and giving us a bag of her hand-me-downs. I always loved it, even if I didn't like every piece of clothing in the bag.
oops, it was me again (alyssum)
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