My daughter and I wear the same size now, which is fun. She has the most beautiful gold ballet flats... oh wait, they used to be mine!
They actually look much cuter on her than they do on me, and since she has fewer pairs of shoes than I do (nyah, nyah), they're getting more use than if I'd kept them.
Luckily for me, she's much smaller than I am from the feet up. Plus I'm not sure she'd wear my stuff anyway, although she was mightily pleased when I finally caved and bought skinny jeans. (I bought them principally to have something to wear that wouldn't embarrass her when I take her and her friends to the mall, but now I kind of like them when I wear a more voluminous top.)
I'm such a drip that I borrowed some clothes from my mom when I went to my first sort-of grown-up teenaged party. What were those clothes? Oh, just a totally awesome matched set of OLIVE GREEN... CORDUROY... BLAZER and *CULOTTES*. Exactly what all the cool kids were wearing. I think I've come a little way in terms of style since then, but my daughter would still never want to borrow my actual clothes. Just the one pair of shoes...