I bought Gabe a jacket from Land’s End a few years ago. It fit him well and I loved the look of it. He loved that it was comfortable (score for my sensory processing kid!). They didn’t have any in Con’s size, but I found a similar one for him elsewhere and we were set for colder weather. The jacket was uh-may-zing. The outer layer repelled stains and the inner layer was soft and warm. It lasted the season well, so I put it up for Connor to wear later down the road — or so I thought.
Fast-forward to the next fall: I’d just left my job, so things were tight while we re-budgeted our lifestyle. It hit me then that the kids would need new outerwear for the upcoming winter. To quell my curiosity, I pulled both jackets out of storage before hitting the pavement in search of new Louisiana winter gear. I tried Connor’s first — no dice. “If Con’s doesn’t fit, there’s no way Gabe’s will.” But I like pushing my luck, so I gave it a go. Thank God I did — it fit! I couldn’t believe my luck, but I chalked it up to a fluke. The jacket continued to impress, showing hardly any wear whatsoever. Back in storage it went, this time I was sure for Connor.
Things weren’t as tight the following year but, being the frugal momma that I am, I pulled the coats out, anyway. Once again, Connor would need a new jacket — but what about Gabe?? It would be waaaay too good to be true. Nevertheless, I tried it. Y’all, my poor kid was all but crossing his fingers that he’d need new digs. I was crossing mine that he wouldn’t. EUREKA! I felt like a winning contestant on The Price is Right. The damned thing FIT. I couldn’t believe it. Poor Gabe couldn’t either but, regardless, we were set for another season with what I dubbed as, “The Magical, Hunter Green Land’s End Miracle Jacket”.
By the end of the final cold snap, the jacket finally showed signs of becoming too small. My boy would no longer be forced to don the same coat for a fourth year. But even still, the M.H.G.L.E.M.J still looked great. It withstood playgrounds, pizza joints, field trips, and little brother sticky hands. So back into the closet it went — waiting on the next time it’ll get to serve its purpose. Am I intrigued? Y’all know I am.
Any of you guys experience the gloriousness of seemingly magical kids’ clothing? Drop your frugal but awesome finds below. I’d love to hear from you!