I have a hard time parting with the clothes I've made by hand for my kids. Many years down the line, the sweaters and overalls I made for my baby boys, now both 6 feet tall, are in a box on top of a wardrobe (only this striped cardigan got a bit more wear by little sister nine years later). From time to time, I add to the box something that Rebecca outgrows.
Liesl of Oliver + S wrote recently how she isn't particularly sentimental about the clothes she's sewn for her daughter, and so, giving them away when the time comes isn't a big issue for her. Oh, how liberating it must be to feel that way! I do envy her, but I'm not there yet. In particular, I'm especially attached to the tops and the dresses I've sewn with pretty, hard-found fabrics. It's a double attachment: to the fabrics, and to the happy times my handmade clothes have seen.
I was sad when at the beginning of the season, I took out Rebecca's summer clothes, only to discover that all the sundresses I'd made for her were now too small. It really was time to learn to let go of my handmade things, I decided, instead of hoarding, and cluttering our tiny house. But then ... I noticed that the dresses weren't exactly small. No, they were just a little short. And when a dress is short, it can become a tunic, and enjoy another season's worth of wear!
So the handmade dresses are still with us. As tunics. Well, ... phew! (I prefer to think of my strategy as "thriftiness", rather than "procrastination").