Until I was a teenager, my mother took us to a store that made Walmart look like Sax, 5th Avenue.Then, since I was working, I went to different stores, and bought my own clothes. She should give Nate a cut-off amount, and tell him that’s his clothing budget, and if he wants anything different, he’ll have to pony up the difference.
Okay, I realize I grew up in the dark ages, but my mother would buy us new shoes and socks, tights, and intimate items. My sisters and I were each allowed one new store-bought dress. (We weren’t poor. Mother was frugal. and she was an excellent seamstress.) She sewed us each 4 or 5 additional outfits (dresses, skirts and blouses, jumpers, blazers.) It was actually embarrassing to go clothes shopping with her because the first thing she’d do was turn dresses inside out to be sure she approved of the construction. (Ysually she didn’t.) My sisters and I were all taught to sew. They excelled (one even went into fashion design,) but I was far-sighted and impatient so I never sewed well enough to meet her standards.
By 5th or 6th grade, Mother started letting us choose our clothing patterns and fabrics. (As long as we didn’t choose acrylics, polyester or ‘shudder’ nylon.) Even our sweaters had to be wool or cotton. (She knitted, too. We often got intricately patterned mittens, and beautiful sweaters for Christmas.)
I was in HS in the 60s. I got to wear a lot of high fashion and Mod styles copied from the likes of André Courrèges or Mary Quant. Mother made those in fine wool, linen, corduroy, silk, even real suede leather. That made up (sort of) for not being allowed to own the cutesy Peter-Pan dresses in pastel mini-florals that all the popular girls wore.
Still I envied my brother. Mother could make anything but well-fitted trousers, (for men or women) so she bought his instead. Back then, boys weren’t allowed to wear jeans to school and girls had to wear dresses or skirts. (We foxed them. We wore mini skirts over thick tights. The dress codes almost immediately changed.)
allen@home almost 2 years ago
You’ll will wear this shirt buster. Or you won’t see the computer for a month.
tinstar almost 2 years ago
Until I was a teenager, my mother took us to a store that made Walmart look like Sax, 5th Avenue.Then, since I was working, I went to different stores, and bought my own clothes. She should give Nate a cut-off amount, and tell him that’s his clothing budget, and if he wants anything different, he’ll have to pony up the difference.
ellisaana Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Okay, I realize I grew up in the dark ages, but my mother would buy us new shoes and socks, tights, and intimate items. My sisters and I were each allowed one new store-bought dress. (We weren’t poor. Mother was frugal. and she was an excellent seamstress.) She sewed us each 4 or 5 additional outfits (dresses, skirts and blouses, jumpers, blazers.) It was actually embarrassing to go clothes shopping with her because the first thing she’d do was turn dresses inside out to be sure she approved of the construction. (Ysually she didn’t.) My sisters and I were all taught to sew. They excelled (one even went into fashion design,) but I was far-sighted and impatient so I never sewed well enough to meet her standards.
By 5th or 6th grade, Mother started letting us choose our clothing patterns and fabrics. (As long as we didn’t choose acrylics, polyester or ‘shudder’ nylon.) Even our sweaters had to be wool or cotton. (She knitted, too. We often got intricately patterned mittens, and beautiful sweaters for Christmas.)
I was in HS in the 60s. I got to wear a lot of high fashion and Mod styles copied from the likes of André Courrèges or Mary Quant. Mother made those in fine wool, linen, corduroy, silk, even real suede leather. That made up (sort of) for not being allowed to own the cutesy Peter-Pan dresses in pastel mini-florals that all the popular girls wore.
Still I envied my brother. Mother could make anything but well-fitted trousers, (for men or women) so she bought his instead. Back then, boys weren’t allowed to wear jeans to school and girls had to wear dresses or skirts. (We foxed them. We wore mini skirts over thick tights. The dress codes almost immediately changed.)