What's yours is yours and what's mine is ... yours

Long gone are the days where MY stuff was actually MY stuff. Now my stuff has apparently become fair game and for everyone's pickin. What happened in the last two years? Did I miss the memo? As far as I can remember I've had MY clothes, MY shoes, MY makeup, and so on. Never had a sister, so didn't have to share there and never had to share with anyone, really ... until now.

These days, I go to grab something I thought I had and find it missing. I rack my brain thinking I must have accidentally folded it up with someone else's clothes or maybe left it somewhere when we traveled. Then in walks my 14 year old wearing my missing maroon sweater. Ahhh! Mystery solved! Then when I say, "Hey, that's my sweater, ya know. I've been looking all over for it." She responds, "Ya, I know, it matched my outfit." Not, "Oh, I'm so sorry, my Dear Mother! I should have politely asked you if I could wear it. Please forgive me for my selfish manners." Nope, she just goes about her business acting like what's mine is hers, therefore, I can just deal with it.

Same thing has happened with two pairs of my black pants, a couple of my favorite scarfs, and a few pairs of shoes. When I asked her why she took over possession of my black yoga pants, she informed me that, by the looks of it, the pants really didn't really fit me all that good but fit her much better. Oh well then, by all means, take them. Rid me of unflattering and apparently too tight pants. And thank you, young fashionista, for helping me out on that one! My favorite scarf, on the other hand, can fit anyone, but she took that too. My mom bought it for ME and it's supposed to be MINE. However, I have rarely found it resting in my dresser where it should. More often than not, it's either around her neck, or wadded up in her room somewhere. It's a beige and brown scarf, meant for my age women, bought at a middle age women's store, for crying out loud. Let ME wear it!

There's everything from shoes, purses and jackets and the thing is, I don't buy stuff just for me very often, living in a house with all girls, so when I do buy something for me, I expect it to be hanging with my stuff. This week my black shoes were missing. A month ago it was my boots. I always know who to ask, yes the one with the same shoe size. Most the time she can find them, thank goodness, but it's a gamble on what their condition is going to be. People tell me when I whine about it, "Well, at least she wants to wear your stuff." Which I guess is a compliment, meaning I don't dress so off-the-wall that she'd be humiliated to wear my clothes, however, I sorta wish I did. Then I'd at least have my stuff to myself.

I did give in, one day, and thought to myself that if we're gonna do this whole sharing the clothes dealio, then I'm gonna start wearing hers. AND, I'm not going to ask, just gonna put it on and waltz around and see what she says. Well, the big talker that I am, I have yet to wear any of her clothes. I've worn her tennis shoes once and I did try on her cute brown boots one time but decided after glancing in the mirror that I was trying to look too young, so I wore my dress shoes instead.

Oh well, guess this is how it's gonna be for a while and I guess I should be thankful she likes my stuff but I'm not use to this sharing thing, so I'll have to keep working on this Mine is Yours idea and hope, that when I go to wear my favorite jacket, it's still hanging in my closet waiting for me.