What's old is new again...

So, about last week's election...hmmm, no fun talking about that.

My girls had to clean out the attic last week and this week, I rummaged through the attic looking for clothes to recycle down from one child to another. My oldest child never participates in the annual ritual because she is at the top of the pile - a position she relished until she realized she had to purchase her own clothes.

I remember having to try on hand-me downs - my mother accepted clothes from everyone! For every one piece of clothing that showed marginal promise, there were 200 pieces that shouldn't have been privileged to see the light of day. There was nothing like being forced to keep clothes just because they were long enough in the legs or loose enough across the shoulders. Forget the fact that those clothes looked like styles from the 70's, Bellbottoms! I can't go to school in polyester! Embroidery? You want me to step out of the house in embroidered jeans?

My kids' closets look like the clothes I rejected 20 years ago. It's more than ironic, it's hysterical because I buy the clothes - except for the oldest girl's - she's on her own...but not at Christmas, I'll buy her clothes at Christmas.

The scripture (yes, this saying is from the Bible)"Nothing is new under the sun" can apply to so many things in life. The record losses in jobs and the steep dive of the stock market - rampant social upheaval and the rage against the institution. Like bellbottoms, it's happened before, it's happening now and chances are, it will happen again...