Posts Tagged hand me downs

I went over to my mom’s house tonight to pick up the usual pile of mail sitting in it’s normal location. On the bottom of a pile was a ragged looking, what I believed to be a mop, but to which I was later informed was a sweater.

My mom wanted to know, if I would hold onto it for her, because she didn’t think she would be able to fit into it anytime soon, and since I lost weight, I could actually wear it. I don’t know how I’m going to have the heart to tell her, I’m pretty sure this sweater isn’t flattering on any size….

help, it's eating me