We’ve been in Scotland for 5 days now, visiting my sister and finally seeing all the projects she tells me (and blogs) about. I’ve been seeing her life here, and listening to the famous question we hear a lot, “Are you two twins?” The answer is no and yes; we’re not biologically twins, but we’re siblings two years, three months and twenty days apart that just happen to be very close. When we were younger, we’d dress ourselves in matching outfits, talk in our secret language, and finish each others sentences very much the way that some twins did.
A few days ago, we went on a charity shop hop (finally, I got a chance to see where she gets her preloved clothing). Hubster found a nice short sleeve button up shirt for himself. My sister found some football (soccer for the Americans…) jerseys for Pumpkin. I found a cute blue shirt for myself, and my sister (she says “jokingly“) asked for it. I also purchased a new shopping bags during the trip. In the next shop, I found a cute blue/teal patterned tunic shirt and a 3/4 length aqua shirt for myself. I immediately imagined myself hemming the bottom of the tunic style shirt and using the remaining fabric to make a headband, bag, scarf, use it to line… She then asked if I was giving this tunic shirt to her, since I kept the last one for myself. We used to dress as twins, so it shouldn’t surprise me that we would both want the same finds. I thought to myself, “I found it first… but maybe if I do give it to her, she’ll leave it at my house at Christmas…” So with a deep slow breath I detached myself with my favorite find of the day and let her try it on (still somewhat hoping it wouldn’t fit her, so I wouldn’t feel guilty for buying it for myself); it fit her, and she purchased it.
Interesting version of the story dear, great having you here!
You should have just ran away with the shirt, shouting ‘Nee-ner nee-ner nee-ner!’