I love hand-me-downs. The kids will probably object when they’re older, but right now they don’t know the difference and it gives me a huge amount of pleasure to dress Abby in my favorite fashions from Penelope’s days in the feety pajamas.
It’s impossible not to compare the two girls at six months, Abby’s wearing clothes that lasted till Penny was almost a year old! I’ve already had to ditch all her 3-6 month items, and have them packed up and ready to deliver to my friend’s baby well, with a few items saved for myself and for special pals who don’t need a full wardrobe, but might appreciate the Wonder Woman onesie that got worn, like, four times.
So this past weekend, I pulled everything out of the drawers under the changing table, packed too-small stuff into bags for the consignment shop, for other babies, and for Goodwill, and busted out the next-size-up bags from the closet mostly 6-9 month old jammies, with some things going all the way up to 12 months (and fitting! But we all know Zutano runs small).
Here were treasures: the set of four soft terrycloth feeties that were warm, but not sweaty. I remembered putting them on Penny, and reading the little appliqué to her: “It says right here, I love hugs.’ Is that true?” The little green track-suit that looks so cute with a flowery onesie. The crazy-patterned pants that I bought in two different sizes because I just loved them so much. Of course, the downside is that I have absolutely no excuse to go to Chloe’s Closet, the baby consignment store in our nabe. Well, except that Penny is now growing into 3T clothes… hm!
Of course, there is a downside to all this. Because Penny was so frail, I didn’t buy zip-up jammies for her — I honestly couldn’t make myself jam her leg into the one side that didn’t zip. I know, I know: it was a stressful time. Anyway, the upshot is that everything I’ve got for Abby now buttons or snaps, and my fingers are seriously objecting, especially during those 3am diaper changes. I keep waking up to find her legs snapped wrong and her brightly-patterned tush showing through an awkward gap at the crotch. My stars!
In answer to your question, no. Abby has almost no clothes that were just-for-her, but isn’t that an advantage? She doesn’t have to break anything in, never has to worry about a scratchy tag that hasn’t been removed yet. And she will get new sneakers, because you don’t want to re-use those.
Ugh, that reminds me: there was the worst couple at Chloe’s the last time I was there. The husband wanted to get some used shoes, and the mom was like “I think it’s a bad idea, it’s not good for his feet.” So the husband turned to the kid and said “do you like these?” so the mom couldn’t say no without being the bad guy. It’s moments like these that make me love my husband, because he would never do such a thing.
Anyway, the best part of all these hand-me-downs is that most of them arrived in Penny’s drawers from beloved friends especially Sasha, who was our next-door neighbor and with whom we practically had a hand-me-down chute. It gives me such a great feeling to handle the well-worn, comfortable cotton, remember seeing it on my friend’s babe, feeling their good wishes wrapped around my little one. Well, yes, I can see that I’m a bit sentimental about all this. In the end, they’re just clothes. But they’re clothes that contain memories!
Who do you get your hand-me-downs from? What size is your six-month-old wearing? Do you ever put a dress on your kid? Because I do not!