My mom and I were the same size from the time I was in the 8th grade on and I was constantly snagging stuff from her closets. The woman had the most awesome suits and I loved wearing them as well as her sweaters. She also had a shoe fetish that was absolutely unreal. When she passed away they gave me all of her clothing and shoes as my sister was unable to wear any of them as she was taller than mom and her shoe size was like 3 sizes larger. My girls had a blast wearing many of the clothes and shoes also until their feet outgrew them. I recently gave the shoes and suits and other business clothing to a charity that helps women getting jobs or starting work as I am no longer able to use them and would like to see them used in some way. I have kept my moms sweats, sweaters and some other clothing that I able to wear comfortably. The other clothing I gave to the local womens shelter.
My mom and I have completely different tastes, as well as ides on how things should fit. But she will borrow my purses (good for them, because most of them have only seen the outside once or twice) and my lipstick. And I will take her sweaters.
@MiseAmiee: Mine too, and same here :) I know it's because she's self-conscious about her figure - she only carries her weight in her torso, but has these amazingly long, skinny legs, so it's hard for her to find flattering jeans :-\
I successfully siphoned off many of my mother's silk scarves, silk blouses, jewellery, and lipsticks during my adolescence, however discovering the suitcases of her clothes from the 70s and 80s was the true pay dirt. Nobody rocks a Hanes T-shirt with 'Wellington Marathon Clinic' printed on it like I like to think I do!
From my dad, I take only his boy scouts belt, his Scott Base, Antarctica patches, and his old sweaters.
Funny story: when I was a child, my dad used to wear these horrible jeans that he'd drawn arrows on (like an Australian convict uniform), that he'd had since university. He used to wear them only around the house, but my brother and I felt the chance he may one day wear them in public to be an imminent threat, and took a preemptive strike by hiding them from him in the ceiling. That was in 1994. I've since left home, but according to my little sister, apparently my dad found the jeans earlier this year during some sort of home renovations, and was not impressed.
@Vivien Smith-Smythe-Smith is not your Bible Spice: I don't steal much from my mom, but I DID commandeer a handful of wool sweaters from my dad. I don't think they fit him any more (he's still in good shape for being close to 60, but he's not as small as he was in the Navy!) and they're cute v-neck sweaters. And now they're mine!
It was so nice being a younger sister and daughter - I raided my brother's, father's and mother's closet. I especially like my parents old hippy clothes.
I used to steal my dad's clothes. I was in high school in the mid-80's, so I like to wear an old suit coat of my dad's for the over-sized jacket look. I also still wear a great old ski sweater of his (it was a little small on him, perfect on me) and an old fraternity sweatshirt.
But for the best vintage clothes, I suggest skipping a generation. I have been trying to steal my grandfather's leather jacket from my dad for years but my dad keeps a close eye on it. Truthfully I don't really need it - my closet is packed with vintage coats from my grandmothers and great-aunts.
@kansasgirl: My Dad is deceased, so I got lots of his old sweaters. My favorite is a monogrammed cardigan that is like a long tunic on me. It reminds me of him so much, and it makes me happy.
Before my mom took ill a few years ago, we were the same size, so I could borrow from her at will. The only hiccup is that I am five inches taller, so it worked best with suits and coats. We cut deals on certain things so she didn't shorten the sleeves, and since she liked her hems below the knee, they ended up the right length for me.
I think people raid their mom's closets because they have beautiful things that are hard to find now. I never got to borrow from my biological mom's closet, but my (good) aunt stashed some of her handbags and a cocktail dress away from me until I got older. One of my most prized possessions is her copper purse that's kind of shaped like a trunk. I also have one of my great aunt's bags. It's black felt or something and it's shaped like a valise and lined in purple satin. If I found something like that now, it would probably be crazy expensive.
I try to remember to save things for my children-- or godchildren if I keep going at the rate I am, which is 0 :) -- but I'm always itching to throw things out. That's one of the reasons I started buying better jewelry; I want to have something left for them that's easier to store.
@robot ninja spy is writing the new spinster manifesto: And also what Sadie said about wanting to be like them. My mother looked glamorous in all her pictures and everyone talks about how graceful and impeccable she was. I'm kind of disheveled and clumsy, so the bags are my way of offsetting that. :)
My mom kept some of her awesome clothes when she was in high school. So I have taken some awesome pieces from the 70s from her. Plus she kept some of her jewelry from the 80s too. She has this rad rabbit fur jacket she gave me but I am scared to wear it because of PETA people.
I mentioned to my mother that I'd love to buy some vintage pieces but they were too expensive, and she kindly steered to towards her garage. We spent an entire afternoon combing thru 5 racks of clothing dating as far back as 1940. Free vintage clothes, FTW!
@ceejeemcbeegee: wow, are you lucky. My mom saved a couple of her 40s things -- one is a Claire McCardell that belongs in the Met, but I have dibs on it.
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I also asked to borrow one of those groovy polyester ugly 70's print button downs when I was in third grade.
The occasion: Hobo Day.
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But she will borrow my purses (good for them, because most of them have only seen the outside once or twice) and my lipstick. And I will take her sweaters.
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From my dad, I take only his boy scouts belt, his Scott Base, Antarctica patches, and his old sweaters.
Funny story: when I was a child, my dad used to wear these horrible jeans that he'd drawn arrows on (like an Australian convict uniform), that he'd had since university. He used to wear them only around the house, but my brother and I felt the chance he may one day wear them in public to be an imminent threat, and took a preemptive strike by hiding them from him in the ceiling. That was in 1994. I've since left home, but according to my little sister, apparently my dad found the jeans earlier this year during some sort of home renovations, and was not impressed.
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But for the best vintage clothes, I suggest skipping a generation. I have been trying to steal my grandfather's leather jacket from my dad for years but my dad keeps a close eye on it. Truthfully I don't really need it - my closet is packed with vintage coats from my grandmothers and great-aunts.
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Buckskin skirt - vomited on
Orange Corduroy swing dress - Lent to friend, lost
Vintage capris printed with pictures of go-go dancers and names of dances - Lost at party (how?...don't know)
Floor length rose coloured leather coat - Gave belt to boyfriend as "souvenir"
I suck.
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I try to remember to save things for my children-- or godchildren if I keep going at the rate I am, which is 0 :) -- but I'm always itching to throw things out. That's one of the reasons I started buying better jewelry; I want to have something left for them that's easier to store.
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Back in 1985 when oversized everything was "muy fashion!", I did repeatedly borrow her small collection of pastel sweatshirts.
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