The Princess had beautiful clothes. I bought a bunch when I was pregnant, and she was given so many as gifts. Dresses and sleepers and tights and shoes (I never bought shoes for my boys when they were babies! Not until they started walking!). Lace and ribbons and bows and ruffles and pink, pink, pink! It was so much fun to dress her.
I have said it before – you buy clothes for boys because you can’t let them walk around nekked. You buy clothes for girls because they are so cute and make you say, “Awwwww.”
But as The Princess grew out of her clothes, I struggled with letting them go. They had barely been used and were in such good condition. I finally gave them to my sister the hopes that my sister would have a girl. But she didn’t. So she gave them all back to me because she didn’t know what I would want done with them.
So then I had to deal with those emotions all over again.
And then I had a brilliant idea. I got out my digital camera and went to work taking pictures. Of every single outfit. I love that we have digital cameras now and can take all the pictures we want without spending the money to develop every single picture.
After I took the pictures, I was able to let go of the clothes without a problem. I had already pulled a few of the clothes out that I wanted to keep. Those are boxed up, waiting for my daughter to mock them when she grows up and I pull them out for her little girl. (Sorry, Mom.)
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I've done the same thing, given all my boy clothes away or sold them at the garage sale we had last year (only a handful remain, plus all the stuff they just barely grew out of), but I have bags and boxes of Camberlyn's stuff. I just can't get rid of them yet. She's still too young and it's all so fresh in my mind of her being an infant. But I will have to pull out my camera when the time comes.
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Isn't it amazing how clothing can be so nostalgic? I have issues with sharing my own clothes. The shirt I wore on my first date with Doug. The skirt I bought when I was working with my trainer. It was too small then. Now it's impossible. The jacket I found on a screaming deal. etc.
I am trying to get pictures of Rachel in everything I love. Hopefully that will make it easier when I have to give it away.
I know what you mean, I'm the same way. My son had a few outfits that provoked the "awww!" response, but nothing like my daughters did. And I still have to pause and stare when I pass the baby girls' section in the store.
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