It's official. I sold all my baby clothes on Craigslist this morning.
I went through all of them earlier this week. I thought I might get a little sentimental. Didn't happen. I'm hard-hearted. The only thing going through my head was, Man we dressed our babies cute! Cuter from 0-24 (which is what I sold) than we do know. That was before they had any sort of opinions. Parker, who gets most of the brand new clothes, has had an opinion since he could talk. He does NOT like anything with buttons or collars or anything that will make him stand out. It's t-shirts all the way. Kind of sad. So our babies who couldn't express opinions dressed exactly how Spencer and I pleased. It was lovely.
So I wasn't sad at all about giving it away because I kept thinking how much someone would appreciate this collection of stylin' clothes. How lucky would they be to have such a well dressed baby at a small portion of the price. A woman contacted me. I pictured her to be this cute, young mom just starting out and wanting exactly what I had to offer.
Then I met up with her this morning. She was smoking while pregnant...if that tells you anything. I almost turned around. I'm dying to give a more detailed description of this woman, but it's awfully judgemental and not very nice. But I will say that if she was shopping for baby clothes and money was not an issue, I bet she still wouldn't pick the kind of clothes I gave her this morning.
And then I was sad. I had a pit in my stomach all the way home. I was fine getting rid of them to someone who would appreciate the beauty of it all, but not so much if they won't be appreciated in the way I wanted them to be.
But I did it. And I'm sure she will still appreciate it on a different level. (Only after I grabbed out a small handful for a friend of mine who has a baby boy. She would TOTALLY appreciate them. I don't know why it didn't occur to me to ask her if she wanted them in the first place. What a jerk I am!)