shysal
My mother always insisted that I wore a vest, or even worse a liberty bodice, much to my embarrassment in the school changing rooms. I have never worn a vest since! The same applies to wearing an apron.
She always worried what the neighbours would think. When my father was sent out to buy fish and chips they had to be hidden in a shopping bag.
Oh boy, the liberty bodice. Never was any garment so ill-named. I felt trapped in it. My Mum was scathing when she found I had stopped wearing a vest. "They soak up the sweat" she said. I replied, "They make me sweat".
"Ladies don't wear trousers" was one of hers. When Dad started taking my sister and me horse riding, we had to change in the car and leave our trousers in the boot. She was totally horrified when I got a motor bike and wore jeans. I told her, it was jeans or the very revealing mini skirt of the day, because I was not giving up the bike.