Well, as every parent with school age kids knows, you have to pounce on
next year's school uniforms NOW. Because by the end of July, they are
gone. Finished. And none of the stupid stores will reorder.
Apparantly, kids never outgrow or ruin uniforms midyear, and so never
have to replace any. Ha.
Today I loaded up on N.'s first big
uniform haul in three years. She enters third grade in September, and
so far she's been getting along fine with her uniforms that we got in
Kindergarten. Then, even with getting the smallest size, they were
miles too big for her and I had to take them in & shorten
them--still a bit baggy, but acceptable. In first grade the altered
clothes fit, hurrah! Other than having to replace the white shirts I had
foolishly bought before Kindergarten (where they only use the finest
black and blue paints with the darkest pigments). Last year, second
grade...at the end of the first grade school year I had her try
everything on, inspected them for rips, etc. All well and good,
everything fit. Cool! Uniforms were pressed and hung in the closet to
await the start of second grade. I congratulate myself for escaping
uniform shopping.
Less than three months later, about a week
before school started, I have a horrible creeping feeling and had her
try them on again...because, my GOD, she'd outgrown everything else she
was wearing by leaps and bounds, mostly shoes.
Yikes, the uniform
pants fit at the waist but are laughably SHORT. The jumper dresses are
a total loss, immodestly short and nothing to let out. I remove her
name tags and donate them to the school, as they are still in great
condition (as is the way of ALL clothes that are outgrown, while your
stuff that fits ends up wearing out before it's time). The culotts are
OK, thank God. The shirts are a teeny bit short when she raises her
arms. Child is instructed not to raise her arms for entirety of the
school year. The long pants fit fine at the waist, but are way
short--but huzzah--I'd taken them up in Kindergarten, so NOW I can let
them out to their normal length. I do so, smugly. Ha HA, take THAT,
hated uniform shopping!
Until I have her try them on. Mother Macree, they are STILL too short! The kid has simply miles
of leg. Break out the steam iron and re-hem pants again, leaving only a
tiny hem and torturing the pant cuffs mercilessly with the iron until
the old cuff mostly disappears. Not great, but acceptable. She doesn't
look like a dork, at least.
So I knew I was in for a major uniform expedition this year.
Shirts
are purchased a wee bit big, as the ones in her perfect size across the
shoulder are too short. Also I get dark blue except for one light blue
shirt. Last years' long pants I am shortening to Bermuda short length,
as they still fit fine in the waist. More long pants, again a bit big
in the waist in order to be long enough in the leg. I do find some
stretchy culotts that fit perfectly, and a few pairs of new uniform
shorts. The dresses and skirts they offer this year are irredeemably,
aggressively ugly, so I skip those in hopes of finding some that don't
look so institutional elsewhere.
I find one pair of sneakers that
fit...for now. I KNOW they won't by the time school starts, but she's
run her current pair into the ground. The next size up is miles too
big, so we'll have to wait until the end of August to go on a shoe hunt.
I do manage to grab some bulk packs of socks & undies.
I feel like a chipmunk hoarding for winter, or a post-apocalyptic survivor grabbing anything I can. Criminy.
Except I still have to get her a new backpack...
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