When I was young, I hated hand-me-downs. And garage sales. I was convinced that wearing hand-me-downs and garage sale clothes meant I was poor or uncool. (Who put that in my head?) I gave my mom the hardest time about this. (I was a jerk.)
But in college, or maybe a little before, hand-me-downs became OK. Shopping at places like Plato's Closet became OK. Then, watch out!, garage sales became more than OK, they became cool. (Not sure if I changed or if society changed. Hmm.)
I am blessed and grateful to have a few friends with boys older than BB. I get the best hand-me-downs from them. Clothes that are barely worn (and sometimes still have the tags on them). Toys with ALL their pieces. Books that I'd never buy, but BB ends up loving.
It doesn't always take a village, but having one is amazing.