It's taken me a long, long time to realize that I could be the recipient of my boys' hand-me-downs. In fact, someone else had to tell me. In our circle of family and friends, we recycle the clothes our kids outgrow, and so my kids have grown up wearing that older friend's shirt or that big cousin's sweater. All the same, smaller kids or cousins wearing my kids' hand-me-downs also happens frequently, and it's a rather nice experience. So lovely to see something that belonged to our family's childhood reappear, often after a number of years, and to know that it's in use once more!
But I was totally floored when one day I saw the mother of one of our little friends wearing my boy's hand-me-down shorts. Passing my kids' hand-me-downs to someone older than they are? Doh! Though I'm three decades older than my boys, I am twenty centimeters shorter than they are, and yet, in all this time it never once occurred to me that my boys' outgrown clothes could fit me!
That has all changed now. For most of the summer, I've been wearing a pair of jeans that belonged to the boys. I cut off the legs, and have used them to garden and to go hiking. Perfect. I also found an old pair of their sneakers that they'd worn for only a short time, back when my little boys' big feet seemed to grow overnight (fortunately, they've stopped growing at a mere size 46). They're one size too big for me, but just what I need when I work in the garden: they protect my feet, and I don't need to worry about getting them dirty or wet. And that shirt I'm wearing in the photo? Technically the boys are still using it - I just borrowed it. But I bet it won't fit them next year. And then it'll still fit me!
(Because of technical difficulties uploading photos, "Knitters & Unravelers of All Times" will continue tomorrow)