my so-called life

I have one exam to go and am slowly moving all my bits and bobs from my flat to my parents house (I call it my parents house because it isn't quite home just yet, I'm sure after this summer it'll feel right)

So I'm about to do one of those heavy/matters to my heart blog posts [boo, hiss] haha... I've touched on the subject before but I wanted to express why I feel a particular way about an issue within clothes etc (I wouldn't call it fashion as such) and open it up for debate amongst ya all

So the issue is reselling clothes found in charity shops (either in vintage shops or ebay)... which I'm kinda against, for the following reason...

When my parents got married and had my brothers and I, they were young. They weren't teenagers but they hadn't reached their mid twenties and were fresh out of uni, which even in the late 80s was a rare thing. My mum was desperate to start a family and despite not being in anyway financially able to, they had one. Money isn't the be all and end all in raising kids, love's the most important thing of which we had loads.. But, in truth, my parents were very poor; it was the 80s and Thatcher's Britain was in full swing- we lived in a bad area and ate lots of beans, pasta and fishfingers haha.. Anyway, we never had a lot of luxuries and the most amazing thing to me when I was young was getting a new dress (not really any change), it was a form of escapism as it made me feel like a princess, when I grew a little older it became a way to express myself.
However, and onto the main point of this story, all my clothes came from charity shops or were donated by mum's friends with older daughters... when I say all my clothes, I mean everything (except tights and most my underwear)

Fortunately, when I was around 6 or 7, my dad got a pay rise or two, my mum got a teaching certificate and a full time job and we moved out of the grotty neighbourhood and into working-middle class life, though we shopped around sales, my clothes were new.
I know that today, there are places like Primark to pay for affordable fashion, but the quality is below standard and every time I donate clothes I've outgrown or no longer need I always have this hope that some down-on-their-luck girl, skint new mother or even just a poor student will find it and really love it, in the same way that I loved and treasured my second hand dresses when I was a child. That sounds really corny and even narcissistic..

I guess it's an unrealistic thought and the cost of living is much cheaper today, I'd be lying if I've never looked at a Topshop dress in a Hospice shop and thought 'ooo that'd sell well on ebay'... but I thought I'd put my feelings out there. Feel free to express your own :)

Hope you're all good, especially all you students meeting deadlines & exams-good luck :) xx