Oh this brought back a couple of memories from my teenage years.
Mum telling me I needed new trainers. I didn't, they were comfortable as heck and still looked OK. I went to bed every night hiding them so she couldn't take them. All different places. She eventually found them, and disposed of them much to my annoyance, and bought me new ones. Took me ages to wear them in!
Then there was the nighty. It was the only nylon item I had left (doc had told her to change to all cotton clothing for me as I had psoriasis). It was like your old grandads shirt, with long sleeves, the tail ends and little collar. I just loved it!
Sat at dinner one Saturday night and she said, "I've got something for you." Amd handed me a little bag, but you have to get rid of one thing. I handed the bag back unopened. I knew what she wanted. My comfy old nighty!
Heyyyy, it had seen me through a couple of years & was very comfortably worn in!
I ceded eventually. She had tried her best to find a similar replacement in cotton. My nylon one had been slim vertical blue and white stripes.
The new one, still the grandad style, was pink with tiny flowers on it but had cap sleeves. I wasn't a flowery kid! Lol. But I did eventually get to like that one, too, and it was best for my psoriasis!
