Sharing McSharerson

I may have mentioned here or to a few of you how odd it is that I find myself recently interested in sharing clothes with my mom and my sisters.

We have always given my mom hand-me-downs whenever we outgrew or grew to dislike an item of clothing. She gladly took the over-sized sweatshirts, colorful vests, and other things that we discarded, and wore them into the ground, as it were.

After our shopping spree last week, I wouldn't mind going through her closet every once in a while when I'm home to spice up my own wardrobe. A frightening new reality.

Last night, Leslie, Mom and myself spent the night trying on each other's clothes, trying to pick out the right outfit for church. This morning, it turned out, we were all going to wear black print skirts and Leslie decided that we shouldn't promote the mother-daughters twin ensemble. She opted for my new brown skirt at the last minute.

I wanted to wear my white pink-flowered skirt from last year, but I'd left my white heels at school. I was searching my closet for them but could find nothing but last November's 4-inch fuschia heels. They didn't exactly go with the skirt. I tried Leslie's white dress sandals, only to find that my oversized feet and bunions couldn't even slide into the strap. I looked like Cinderella's ugly step-sister trying to pry her long foot into that delicate glass slipper.

It's a fact that I've never been able to wear my sisters' shoes. I've always been the Big-Foot of the family women. I wear 9's, they all (including my mother) wore 7's. That's a huge difference, but then again, we're separated by 2-3 inches in height, so I'm glad I don't have size 7 feet. But I've never had cute shoes, making the borrowing of their trendy clothes in recent years difficult. Whereas I think my chunky brown flipflops are "dressy," Leslie finds them unfit for anything but messing around the house. I wear them to work, to church, and everywhere else almost every day. What does this say about me?

All this is to say, sharing clothes with siblings and mothers is a weird concept for me, one I'm trying to come to grips with (quickly, as it were, due to the cute factors of their wardrobes).