Throughout childhood I hated nearly all my clothes.
My Mother modelled me and my sister on "The Little Princesses", meaning the royal ones Elizabeth and Margaret.
reardless of the fact that E and M had been "little" in the 1930's and were now adults.
For summer wear, my mother made and handsmocked matching little dresses with Peter Pan collars. In winter, we wore pleated wool skirts supported by buttons on our liberty bodices. Plus a handknit jumper.Our hair was "trained" every night (clips and rags, painful) to mimic the LP's childhood waves.
I had a winter all in one snow garment called a siren suit , unless I was wearing the pleated skirt, when my legs were encased in long gaiters for warmth, the gaiters fastened with a long row of buttons or hooks.
By 1950's, things got worse; my mother's nursing friend had married a yank, emigrated. had a child the same age as me (but much bigger in all directions, being raised in the land of milk and honey while we still had food rationing) As we still had clothing rationing, the US friend used to send parcels of her daughters cast offs for me. They were in US fashions and fabrics; let's just say California taste did not match fashions or the climate in post-war industrial Manchester .
My interests centred on animals, (lots of poo) and messy outdoor activities with my best friend, a boy . He invariably wore shorts all year round , far more suitable for our activities ( biking, climbing, making fires,fishing and messing in water). My parents refused to let me wear shorts. BF's mother secretly gave me a pair of her sons shorts (unknown to my parents) which I wore over my pleated skirt/ liberty lawn dress (skirts tucked inside) until I finally got spotted and there was a big row. I declared my ambition to be a boy and called Jim; and refused to eat or answer to any other name. The upshot was that Mother sewed up the flies of BF''s shorts which somehow made them acceptable wear for a girl.
At the end of primary school my elderly dad died leaving us penniless, Mother got a job as a social worker and we moved to live in Grand father;s council house (with no plumbing).
One of Mother's ancient clients had an elderly sister who was ladies maid to a titled Lady; and got first dibs on Her Ladyships cast off clothes; which mother made me wear for the rest of my teens. Can you imagine, being a teen in the 1960 forced to wear the ghastly discarded fashions a middle aged Lady no longer wanted to be seen dead in.
Finally, I was escaping to university so Mother took me to the Army and Navy (govt ex- military kit, not new but VERY cheap) where she bought me what she claimed were my needs as a student ; a wool flannel skirt, a pair of robust brown leather lace-up shoes, an Army duffel coat and a trunk.
to pack them in.