@dadpad,
dadpad wrote:
Quote:When I was in school, I had two pairs of pants, two shirts, no undergarments and my shoes were wired together.
Luxury!
We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
(sorry someone had to do it)
Indeed.
You've all reminded me that I had a really bad-clothes period! But I'd kind of forgotten about it.
After my mum died my dad's miserliness kind of went rampant....I went to a ritzy private school where we had uniforms, but I wore the exact same uniform (I mean the same actual skirt, shirts, shoes, jumper, tie and blazer) from year six through year 11 (I rebelled then and insisted on a new jumper and pair of shoes) and mostly through 12.
My non-uniform clothes were equally appalling!!!
The parents of one of my friends, who owned a small but well known department store, didn't want me seen with their daughter because they felt my raggy clothes reflected on her.
Now I buy clothes like crazy...hmmmm....