My twenty-one year old daughter moved back in with me this past year and we pretty much wear the same size clothing and shoes. Although it is pretty cool to be the same size as my daughter in some ways; it really sucks in other ways.

First off, when she swears she doesn’t have the right thing to wear for an event she goes snooping through my closet. If I refuse to let her wear the only new dress that I have, because I have not even worn it yet, I get the puppy dog, pouty look. That is very hard for me to stomach, so far I have stood my ground, I feel myself slipping though.

Although my closet is always the go to for her, I fail to have been given the same privilege to her closet. Somehow she thinks that her things won’t fit me.

Really?

Ok, let’s examine this logic. We are very close in weight, we are the same height and the proportional distribution of our weight is almost carbon copy. Plus she wears my clothes. If she fits into my clothes the common perception would be that I could fit into hers right?

Not so much.

One more thing, just because my daughter and I wear the same size does not mean that I look sensational like she does wearing the same clothing. Makes me want to curse gravity.

She is very particular about my clothing and I don’t recall having any items returned with stains or rips, so it could be worse.

But alas, the disease of entitlement, has now spread to my jewelry. Yep, just this last weekend she had a wedding to go to and guess who had the perfect necklace to go with her amazing mini-dress?

 That would be me of course.

Actually that was the best that necklace had ever looked, it fit the neckline of that gold dress like a crown.

Nonetheless, to have jewelry and clothing which one day are in your closet or jewelry box and the next day are gone is a bit unsettling for an aging Diva.

As I was preparing for a business lunch today I could not find the pair of earrings  I wanted to wear. I searched my jewelry armoires, looking through each drawer and divider. I searched through every plastic bag I had divided my collection of necklaces and earrings into last year.

No earrings.

Thank God my daughter was at work. It was my time to reclaim some items from her bedroom. Maybe the earrings would be among the list.

I walked into her room and looked at her jewelry. I was astounded to find the earrings which she had given me as a Christmas gift several years ago in her room, proudly displayed among all of her other fine jewels.

That sneaky Pete. I have heard of re-gifting but I have never heard of re-taking.

Although those were not the earrings that I was searching for I promptly retrieved them from her jewelry frame and put them back into my room. I was not going to let her reclaim those earrings. I have received more compliments on them than any other earrings that I have ever bought or been given. 

Furthermore, next Christmas I may just give her gifts which I can re-take also. lol 

As I have written this post I have done so with joy and gratefulness that I have a daughter who is healthy and who is worthy of loving. She is also sane enough to realize when she doesn’t find those earrings among her jewelry all she has to do is go to her Mom’s room and she can re-take them.

By the way, on the tenth time I looked through my jewelry armoires I found the earrings I was looking for and I even received a compliment on them.