What a great thread, I'm glad it got bumped up!
My mom was hopeless with a sewing machine but both of my grandmothers were quilters and sewers. Many pairs of my jeans featured dense darning and weird patches to fix rips, and whenever a zipper broke or a seam went out we knew it wasn't Mom who would fix it, it was Grandma. Most of my clothes growing up were handed down to me; my aunt was fairly well off and had 3 boys, the youngest of which was only a year older than me, so I had lots of "boy clothes" passed along to me and then to my sister after me. I loved it, I've always been a tomboy and I loved the flannel shirts and cargo pants. All those pockets meant I could carry a book AND still have a place to temporarily store newly-caught snakes and lizards and frogs while tromping around in the hills with my cousins! And then home to Grandma so she could sew all our pocket flaps back on for us, feed us cookies, and squirt Bactine on all our scrapes. (After we hid all the new critters we'd caught out in the back yard, of course!)
What a fun little dip into the past.
