tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post8472618569514402522..comments2023-11-05T04:11:06.919-05:00Comments on Grey Places: My Family Doesn't Have Nice Things...Artemis Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10849091563671031929noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-42154294571678336132013-08-25T02:46:44.556-04:002013-08-25T02:46:44.556-04:00I almost don't want to tell you that my Dad wo...I almost don't want to tell you that my Dad works for the DOT and has taken out his fair share of mailboxes during the summer months when he's driving the dump trucks, and then in the winter months while driving the snowplow or sanding trucks. <br /><br />Basketball hoops are always in danger too when he's at the wheel. <br /><br />Loved this post! <br /><br />Also, we're the kind of family who always shops at Goodwill and yard sales. So my daughter got quite a shock (as in, mouth agape and eyes wide) when I showed her the price of the new shoes I wanted (but ended up not getting because I couldn't justify dropping that kind of coin on one pair of shoes).<br /><br />Christi CorbettAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-50475440701160887812013-08-18T22:41:04.969-04:002013-08-18T22:41:04.969-04:00That's pretty much how we live, Margo. Jeans e...That's pretty much how we live, Margo. Jeans eventually become jean shorts and finally rags for the rag bucket. New clothes show up on occasion, and since my sister and I are twins, there wasn't much hand-me-downing to be done between the two of us. But my parents had friends with older children, and my cousins and I shared stuff, just as my sister and my friends who have kids of varying ages pass stuff back and forth nowadays. The only difference is that they don't make clothes like they used to, and instead of making it three or four generations (I've worn my dad's jeans from before he was married, and his navel work pants, and my grandfather's work clothes) they only make it a couple. But still, they're good until the last seam gives out!Artemis Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10849091563671031929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-32798791921702624652013-08-18T22:37:01.862-04:002013-08-18T22:37:01.862-04:00You're SO right about life being lived, not pe...You're SO right about life being lived, not perfect, Christine! We did, actually, once have a mailbox with one of those covers on it that had a picture of running horses. This was when we were living in town and it was a 'big' thing to get a fancy mailbox cover. That mailbox lived forever, may have been there when we moved, though after a few years, the cover disintegrated from exposure and it ended life as just a black mailbox, much the same as it entered existence, I imagine.Artemis Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10849091563671031929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-14135747049191144552013-08-18T22:34:36.367-04:002013-08-18T22:34:36.367-04:00Hi Amy! Thanks for reading and I'm glad you li...Hi Amy! Thanks for reading and I'm glad you liked it! :DArtemis Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10849091563671031929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-73826602153009813572013-08-17T17:00:04.048-04:002013-08-17T17:00:04.048-04:00Our household motto is: Use it up, wear it out, ma...Our household motto is: Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without. ... We have lots of old stuff and hand-me-down stuff. My kids have always been great about not demanding brand name clothes or brand new clothes just because a new school year is starting. I buy them clothes when their old stuff wears out or they when they've grown out of something. ... When they were all toddlers and we were out-and-about, people would stop me and compliment me on my three boys. Uh. I'd just smile and say thanks. They didn't need to know that my youngest is a girl ... wearing her brothers' hand-me-downs. I don't "make" her do that anymore. :) She's 17. :) But just this morning, she left the house wearing an old pair of her brother's shorts. She doesn't care. They're good enough. Margo Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13474612650116392270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-1905633438054588512013-08-17T10:25:07.639-04:002013-08-17T10:25:07.639-04:00I want that kind of "not nice." I love o...I want that kind of "not nice." I love old stuff, making do, what my grandmother calls "finegaling." My ex had a thing about always having "good stuff." He wanted expensive, "real" furniture and a fancy wool rug, and then got upset when they got scratched up or the pets had an accident. I love my scratched up wooden table. Those scratches are from pets, high chairs, and a sewing machine with a screw poking out the bottom that we didn't know about. Also there are rings from teapots, during my annual tea party when I invite my bestest friends over.<br /><br />The best life is LIVED, not perfect. But I am sorry about the mailbox. I know as a kid I envied people with those fiberglass mailboxes with the pretty patterns, like cardinals or horses or pine trees. <br /><br />I really wanted one of those.Nighfalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01745824744507928211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114658220599872354.post-62171204093906701372013-08-17T10:21:51.734-04:002013-08-17T10:21:51.734-04:00I thought this was a great read (from your cousin ...I thought this was a great read (from your cousin Amy)!90wahoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17575436934514935729noreply@blogger.com