Kids grow so fast, you cannot keep up with their clothing. I seem to have piles of little outfits everywhere. Some are hand-me-downs from friends that Tillie is not yet big enough for. Some are hand-me-downs from Tillie that Django is not yet big enough for. Then there are the smaller piles of clothes that they have both grown out of and I need to get rid of. You'd think it would be an easy task, but they don't grow out of everything at once. Instead, they subtly grow out of one item, but you aren't quite sure so you put it on them and they look funny all day. I wish it were more formulaic, where I had 10 outfits that fit and that could be retired all at once and replaced by the next 10 outfits. Its not like I've even mastered sorting this out with my own clothing--winter from summer, fatter times from thinner, dressy from casual. I have more clothing than my dresser and closet can hold, but I don't wear all of it. When we lived in Dallas, I had the most glorious walk-in closet. I miss it. I'm not really a clothes horse, but I do like a good place to store the piles.
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