Growing up I has 2 sisters. One 6 years my elder and the other 8 years older. I always got their hand-me-downs. And after one wore them, then the other, they were truely the most used, recycled hand-me-downs. It wasn't until I was well into my teens that I learned to make the most of what you have and to re-invent what you receive.
Perhaps this is why I have a slight obsession with clothes.
There was one Christmas that I remember fondly. I received,in a large box of my very own, everything new, just for me. Some of the items were handmade, but more importantly, they had never belonged to anyone else. There were purple mittens and purple gloves. A purple scarf, purple hat, & purple ear muffs. Brand new purple snow pants, and a purple jacket. I didn't have to share any of my gifts, and they were all for me.
Every Christmas, when my Mom gets a bit too focused on the buying of "Things", I remind her of that one Christmas, my very favorite Christmas. The one where everything was
The Color Purple