Hand Me Downs

You gotta love hand me downs. I don't know how we would survive without them. Having four girls, it works well to pass things from one to the next. June is hard enough on clothes by herself that sometimes she wears something out before it even has a chance to get to Robyn, but in general the system works pretty well.

And bless their hearts, my girls love hand me downs. They get excited when the neighbor drops by clothes, when their sister says she is giving up her shirt, or when I get out the old bag of used flip flops from last summer; it is like a treasure trove.

But every once in a while, I am sad that they don't get more new stuff. At church on Sunday, I was going around to each nursery room singing with the children. Ivory was in the warm room where the fan is essential to keep kids from passing out. All the children had their shoes off and each pair was lined up against the wall. Ivory's class is predominantly girls, so there was a whole array of sandals, sunday shoes, and even a pair of jellies (super cute). They all looked spanking new, except for Ivory's.



Hers aren't terrible; certainly usable, but far from new, having already gone through two kids.

What can you do? They do get new things on their birthdays, but other than that, we have to make our money stretch. What are the chances they will all want to wear the same wedding dress?