This was the outfit I bought for Freddie to go home in. I only bought 2 things for him, feeling deeply uncomfortable as I did. I found this in his memory box yesterday and to be honest, I had forgotten where it came from to start with. It’s newborn size and if Freddie was alive, it would have been handed down to his brother. that’s what brothers do. That’s what we do with clothes here.
I don’t know what to do with it. If I’m going to hand it down, I need to do it now. Unworn clothes are weird. I’ve got the outfit my brother sent Freddie all ready for Ben. That doesn’t feel weird. This has elephants on it and elephants are Ben. It’s like I never bought it for Freddie at all.
So why does it feel weird? I wouldn’t hand it on if Ben was a girl but used or not used now feel equally strange.
I bought and made lots of clothes for Florence, some felt right to pass on and others definately didn’t.
Some little stripey vests I’d bought for Florence, but was never quite happy with for her, were suddenly so right for Ernest, it almost felt like all along I’d bought them for him.
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