Childhood Is A Promise That Is Never Kept

I inherited this sweatshirt from my sister. She got it when we lived briefly in Germany and she was in the girl scouts there...she was in elementary school and I was barely in kindergarten at the time. So, it's rather a family joke that I can "fit" (she still can too) this sweatshirt and wear it around. Child-sized, that's me. Additional to the good-natured teasing about my stature are the valid points that I used to hate second-hand clothes. As the youngest of three girls much of my clothes growing up were hand-me-downs. I can still remember going shopping with my sisters and subtlety trying to influence their choices since that black and neon polka dotted dress would eventually get passed on to me and I really would've preferred something less bright. I often be-moaned the second-hand wardrobe growing up, although my sisters and I were actually very easy on our clothes--hardly ever ripping or staining anything, so the second-hand condition was far more psychological than something visible or tangible. Today, I still enjoy the occasional thrift store find and the rare items left over from childhood that can be squeezed into, but most of my clothes nowadays are bought new by me. I really do enjoy being able to select my clothes so precisely, not just in the morning taking pieces from my closet, but the start to finish: visiting the store, trying things on and deciding what suits my tastes. Still, there are a couple of gems from childhood peppering my closet with more than just sentimental value--like this sweatshirt.

Outfit details:
my sister's old sweatshirt


emilypf said...

I love this outfit so simple/ sweet. Sister's old sweatshirts are the best type!

Liz Lauren said...

great sweatshirt


Rory said...

Love the sweatshirt! I have no sister to steal from so I snatch from the brotha. His stuff isn't too cute but it sure is comfy! :)

Rachel said...

That sweatshirt is TOO CUTE. I too, went through a period of hating second hand clothes during my childhood. For me, I was an only child so they were from thriftstores, but it was a sign that we were poor and different from my friends. I got over it by high school, when it became cool to thrift shop and I knew the best ones.

Comer, Blogar , Amar... said...

love your skirt


Christina said...

That is the most beautiful sweatshirt and also the saddest title for a blog post I have EVER SEEN.


alex said...

I really like your hair color, very in season :)

My Hideaway said...

I also was tormented by hand-me-downs as a child from my sister and cousins. Lucky for me, that all stopped when I outgrew everyone. Though I still got most of my clothes from thrift stores until after college, at least I was the one doing the choosing. :)

Kitsune-kun said...

such a cute jumper! I'm the oldest out of four girls, so I sure hope they didn't loathe my clothing choices as they trickled down the line. I always inherited my older cousins' stuff though, which for some reason were always laden with shoulder pads I felt compelled to cut out.

when we lived in switzerland my little sister was in girl scouts too, and I remember being jealous of their cute little outfits and badges and trips.