I happen to be a very petite, small person. In fact I could waltz into any 5th grade classroom, sit myself down, and no one would be the wiser. Although I don't think I would want to do that for anything other than entertainment purposes. It's taken me long enough to get to full time university and even longer than I expected to achieve that wonderful thing called a degree (which I still don't have ugh). So for most of my life, I've been the recipient of hand me downs. I love them. Later in life, around freshman year of high school I guess, those hand me downs became hand me ups.
Yes, my younger siblings and my sister's various friends would outgrow their clothes and think of me. Most recently my sister returned from Chelsey's with some clothes in tow and as she showed me some picks that she got for me that her train of thought was "These are tiny. I'll get them for you." In fact right now I'm wearing my sister's pants, Chelsey's shirt, and my brother's belt. I quite enjoy spending pretty much nothing on clothes.
Among my treasures of hand me ups:
Bruth's shoes: sweet black and red onesMy older brother's old dress pants, very comfy for lounging around the house and those "I don't care" days
Enough shirts from Chelsey's Closet (the real one not the business) to last me a couple of weeks
And three or four shirts from my sister that aren't meant to be maternity tops, but sure will be for me. Until that happens, they are pretty stylish for now.
It is quite easy for me to go weeks on end without wearing a piece of clothing that I actually bought in a store with real money.
It's a lovely lifestyle.
Here's a wonderful picture of me, wearing the dress pants from my older brother.
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