By Mary Ann Hoberman
Illustrations by Patrice Barton
First published in 1976.
This copy published 2012 with new illustrations.
I think this book was written about me!
I like old
clothes,
Hand-me-down
clothes,
Worn outgrown
clothes,
Not-my-own
clothes.
My love of old things extends beyond books. Part of the reason is that I can be
hopelessly frugal. Why anyone would pay
full price for designer clothes baffles me.
But $100 shoes found at Savers for $6.99? That I’ll take! Another part of the reason is
provenance. An item is that much more
special when there is a story behind it.
Those shoes I had until they wore out last year? They were the ones I bought for my daughter
when she was in grade school. She grew
out of them and then they were mine!
Clothes with
a history,
Clothes with
a mystery,
Sweaters and
shirts
That are
brother-and-sistery.
Fortunately,
I always felt this way about used clothes.
I can remember going into the laundry room every so often and searching
through the cabinet of old “brother-an-sistery” clothes, hoping that I could
find something else I’d fit into. It was
a good day when I could bring another pile of “new” clothes up to my room.
And each
time I wear them
I try to
imagine
The places
they’ve been
And the
faces they’ve seen
And whose
clothes they’ll be
When they’ve
finished with me.
These days,
a trip to the local thrift store with my daughters ends with a show-and-tell on
the living room floor. We brag to each
other about our great deals.
“Two dollars for that skirt? Good job!”
“That jacket
was four dollars? Why didn’t I see
that?”
“What pile
of books? I don’t see any books. Why would I get more books?”
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