Please welcome the first guest poster ever on Diary of an Unlikely Housewife: Jill, of Scary Mommy! Jill is gorgeous, and incredibly nice. She is one of my favorite mom bloggers – her blog is funny and very relatable, and it’s always a pleasure to read. Here’s a little taste.
I am an incredibly thrifty person. I love discount stores. I clip coupons. I get the max for the minimum and never, ever pay full price. It’s how I’ve always been, and I can’t imagine any other way. Despite all of my thrifty habits, though, I refuse to shop thrift stores. Most of my friends have no problem going that route for their kids, and they’re totally right– the clothes are in great shape and a fraction of the price… Why not? Honestly, it just grosses me out. What mystery child had a blow-out diaper in those pants? Wiped snot on those sleeves? Puked all over that dress? I know what my kids do in their clothes and it nauseates me. And I love them. The thought of a alien child’s poop? Gag.
I discovered the joy of my own child’s hand me downs with my second son. Having had boys so close in age and during the same seasons, my youngest owns nothing but previously worn clothes. And I love it. I love getting him dressed and remembering my older son in the same outfit. I love comparing their sizes, their smiles, their adoring sister with them… It is quite convenient to box up Ben’s outgrown clothes and walk 20 steps to Evan’s closet to put them away, knowing in a year I’ll see them all again. It’s the best type of second hand store in the world.
It almost makes me want to try for another girl, just to see my daughter’s sweet little dresses again.
Almost, I said. I’m not insane.
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