AS A KID, I WORE SOME WEIRD CLOTHES.

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I always wore weird clothes. Many of my clothes were hand me downs from neighbors (horrifying), other things bought at thrift stores and the such..amazing what you can find at an apartment sale (city) or yard sale (Vermont times). When we were in New York City my clothes tended to be bought in the Gimbel's bargain basement...code words for clothes that nobody in their right mind would want to wear. They didn't bother me all that much and as the 60's took off that individual style seemed to work out okay. Anything was better than another one of those hideous green hooded winter jackets from the Irish kid down the block. Didn't he ever wear anything other than f...ing green? Other kids went to Korvettes and the such for clothes...we never did. Then one day I made it to the big time and a trip to Robert Hall. Real clothes at last!

My sister had some lovely outfits she made herself, the most comical of course being the skirt which was made from left over fabric from the sofa slipcovers. Yup....she used to disappear when she wore that skirt and sat down on the sofa.

I didn't care much for denims although they were becoming quite popular, and Mother didn't believe that sneakers should be worn except if the school required them for gym class. Had 2 pairs of lace up Oxfords...one brown pair and one black pair. At about age 12 I broke out of that and got into other footwear...although sneakers, even now are of no interest to me.

These days I still dress different from the mainstream and it doesn't seem to phase me one bit...although other people do occasionally have a comment...guess it must be their jealousy or else a low cost hobby for them .

My mom used to dress me like a little pimp. Plaid pants, a collar, suspenders, trench coat and hat. I find it's influencing me these days. I mean, I wear v-neck sweaters and corduroys, sort of an early 80s preppy thing, not too much different from when I was four.

Except the clothes are bigger.

Gus, did you wear clothes?

I guess what i wore was sufficiently normal for Eisenhower America . . . what i hated was the ironing--no permanent press . . . and you did not leave my grandmother's house in clothing which needed pressing, in her estimation . . .

...yes?

I was a kid in the 70s. Nuff said.

Actually, I'm not sure. I was 30 at the time, working long hours and living with a poor marriage. What happened in the 70s?

so true, i was born in 62, public school lasted into 1976, then highschool tthrough 81, so lots of odd clothes

grade 8 graduation, dark blue polyester suit with white stitching and pale blue shirt, open at the neck, collar of shirt over collar of suit jacket

craziness

The issue of clothes has always been problematic for me.

My muscles are tightening up even thinking about my history with clothes.

If I had my way, everyone would wear some loose caftan like thing. You could cinch it in at the waist with a cord. There could be some velcro strips on the sleeves so you could roll them up and not catch them on fire when scrambling eggs.

No loud prints allowed. Solids would be preferable.

Chai, you are intriguing! (just read your profile)...I love words, especially when they are blended just so, so.... <smile>

When I was a kid, blue jeans were the thing...still are, aren't they? In my family you worn them, did some patching and put them on again. I don't remember T-shirts, but I do have a mental picture of small blue checked cotton shirts. I received a new suit every four years or so.

er, is everyone here...oldish? like, older than their 20's?

No, i don't think any of us were born in the 20s . . . but if Au29 shows up, then he just barely qualifies--1929 . . .

I wore the weirdest clothes of anyone, I bet. My mom liked to sew, so my stuff was always some goofy Butterick version of "hip." Plus, it was the eighties. Yeesh.

Then, as a teenager, rather than getting better as I got to pick my own clothes, it just got worse. I'm of the same mindset as Chai, I'd really prefer if we all just wore loose fitting robes. So that combined with the bagginess that was popular in the early ninties encouraged me to wear absolutely gigantic men's shirts every single damn day. Yikes.

I'm not sure things are much better for me now, actually...

Whatever do you mean my dear?

Obviously I'm no older than 22.

everyone seems older than me, anyway.
best not to mention my age.
actually, i might be the only teenager here!
eek.

by the way, that picture is disgusting.

Mandso - you're not the only teen, but you're one of a few. Don't worry. We're nice old people.

Chai, I just finished watching Brazil about an hour ago. I'd never seen it before but Mr B ordered it as our first pick after joining NetFlix last week. STRANGE, STRANGE movie!

Clothes of my childhood in one word - ugh! Mostly I got my sister's hand-me-downs but, given that I was about 6 inches taller than her, nothing ever fit. It wasn't until the late 60s when elephant-leg bell bottoms were in style that I was able to get pants that were long enough. I can't wear crop pants or capris to this day because it brings back the horrors of clothing that didn't fit.