I had a army green sleeveless t shirt with a prison number on the back My poor Nan bless her begged me not to wear it but of course it became my favourite vest top
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You’re never going out looking like that?
(114 Posts)How many of us had that ringing in our ears in our teens when our Mum or Dad saw us dressed to go out?
I remember my mums insistence that I change out of my jeans, tucked into knee length black suede boots which I was wearing with my snazzy little leather bomber jacket -if I wished to accompany her into town on a shopping trip. (Dear Mum did tend towards the Ladybird Peter and Jane school of dress for shopping. )
I cannot imagine what she would have made of this style statement.
But I am happy to say neither my father nor DH would have even thought about walking the dog dressed like this. Carrie really needs to have a word.
Aveline
My parents never said outright that they injected to anything I was wearing but I do remember seeing them deliberately swallowing any objection. They did well. I remember wearing some appalling things eg a jet black nylon wig or my red leather hot pants!
Cheap and nasty huge fake eyelashes to a severe Church of Scotland service one holiday was a particular low point. I must have looked like a 14 year old pantomime dame.
I had some red leather hotpants too..
And some olive green cord ones for the winter ❄️ 
I think B does it on purpose. He'll settle for attention of any sort.
Those words were uttered to me by my 9 year old niece in a changing room several years ago, very loudly with little hands on little hips.
I was trying on some designer Jeans in white with a actient map of the world printed in them, would never buy far to expensive but wanted to see what they would look like.
After that response, they went back on the hanger. Outside of the curtains the ladies in the changing room were crying with laughter.
I too was laughing as I handed them back with a comment of apprently not for me.
Out of the mouths of babes.
As for Johnson, I care not a jot.
I too used to wear vertiginous wooden clogs with loon pants (complete with sewn in fabric inset). My parents didn't say much, perhaps they were simply speechless.
When I pestered my Mother for craved a pair of white fishnet tights with double tramlines down the side ( yup), my request was turned down as they were only 'worn by streetwalkers'. I had no idea what one was.
My dear old Dad would say it in the 60's, regarding my makeup, the full works Eye shadow, Liner, Mascara, sometimes false eye lashes.
My very sensible Mum would say " leave her alone , it's fashion, she will grow out it. I didn't, I still wear the lot, minus only false eyelashes, I do think I have perfected the look now and get many compliments and I am still growing up sixty years later, I am now 75.
Jaffacake2
Long cheesecloth hippy skirt,skimpy top with lots of beads, Afghan coat and flip flops !! My dad was right when he said the cost smelt like an old host when it rained ! Happy teenage fashion years
We wore clothes that resembled our mothers' clothes for so long (full dresses, white gloves, suits for best) it was a relief when teenage fashion became the norm!
Norah
On second look, perhaps tucking in might help - I so dislike untucked. Many people even wear untucked T shirts.
I'm untucked! 😁
In fact I might look as scruffy as Boris today although I am wearing long trousers (washed out linen) and grey socks.
My hair's worse than his, though.
On second look, perhaps tucking in might help - I so dislike untucked. Many people even wear untucked T shirts.
Yes Jaffacake, I was wondering about the sort of company you kept!! 😂
Primrose53
People like Boris who have confidence in themselves and are well educated and done a bit of travelling really do not care what people think they look like.
My friend comes from a very posh family, she is very well educated and bright and has travelled the world and she speaks with a cut glass accent. However, if you saw her out you would think what an old scruff she is. Most of her clothes come from charity shops, she cuts and dyes her own hair, her car is like a battered old skip but she couldn’t care less what people think of her. She owns 3 houses, 2 of which she rents out and has only worked a few years in her entire life as she lives off family money. She is quite happy just being herself and I’m sure Boris is too.
Indeed.
Perhaps he could get his hair cut and ditch the orange - otherwise he looks as if any other person walking a sweet dog.
My Mum used to say 'get out quick before your Dad sees you!' when i appeared in tiny skirts and far too much makeup for a teenager!
People like Boris who have confidence in themselves and are well educated and done a bit of travelling really do not care what people think they look like.
My friend comes from a very posh family, she is very well educated and bright and has travelled the world and she speaks with a cut glass accent. However, if you saw her out you would think what an old scruff she is. Most of her clothes come from charity shops, she cuts and dyes her own hair, her car is like a battered old skip but she couldn’t care less what people think of her. She owns 3 houses, 2 of which she rents out and has only worked a few years in her entire life as she lives off family money. She is quite happy just being herself and I’m sure Boris is too.
Coat smelt like an old goat , must proof read before posting !
Long cheesecloth hippy skirt,skimpy top with lots of beads, Afghan coat and flip flops !! My dad was right when he said the cost smelt like an old host when it rained ! Happy teenage fashion years 
I used to rush out of the house before my mother saw me " "dressed like a bloody hippie / bohemian ."
If a boyfriend picked me up - it was so embarrassing .
I wasn't keen on sleeveless revealing dresses or mini skirts but long skirts complete with embroidery .
She hated them !
Years later , my children have had a lot to say about my appearance !
When I look at photos of what my DGD is wearing (& her makeup!) I have to remind myself of what I was wearing in the late 1960s & into the 70s.... Then I say nothing!
TillyTrotter
The words I heard most often were “you’re not wearing those ridiculous heels out of the house” (as if I would have got them to wear indoors!
They were always wooden platform shoes and they made me 4 inches taller. Very fashionable in the 70’s and I had to travel on the train to Birmingham to buy them in Ravel.
I always wanted longer legs. I thought my father was just a spoilsport.
Oh yes the wooden clod hoppers😊 I blame Elton.
But the Oxford Bags and Flares were sooo long in the leg (couldn’t sew, still can’t) they really were necessary
For years, in my mind I was a tall women but in reality it is not the case, in fact I’m shrinking. ☹️
Our town was good then for shoe shops and I remember very well buying some platform leather two tone clogs from Ravel for a hideously high price. Must have been insane!
Clearly I thought I was the bees knees.
My bloke once said to me, 'Are you wearing that? It makes you look a bit lumpy.'
Then was shocked when I needed time to go upstairs and change! Never mind the fact he looked like he was wearing a grocers jacket!
So scruffy old black fur coat that had been my grandmother's, paint stained jeans, Cathy McGowan hair and lots of eyeliner. Fortunately my mother had been an art student herself and didn't mind being seen out with one. Nowadays I just have DD saying "is that what you're going to wear?" which has me instantly wondering which bit I should take off!
I dislike these inappropriate sexist assumptions about women and our roles and there is no reason I can think of not to challenge them whenever pos
Yawn 
Apparently so!
Even on a fun thread?
Oh lighten up Siope !
I wrote a whole long, sarky answer, but it’s not worth it. In short, nope.
I dislike these inappropriate sexist assumptions about women and our roles and there is no reason I can think of not to challenge them whenever possible.
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