I was a child in the 1940s, a teenager in the 50s. I always loved clothes, and thanks to my mother’s sewing ability was always well-dressed. I had pretty dresses, often smocked, and pinafore dresses over hand-knitted jumpers. Never trousers of any sort, not even shorts except at school for games.
I can remember exactly what I was wearing on Coronation Day in 1953 when I was 13, a cold day in early June. It was a dress of darkish green fine needlecord, with a gathered skirt and short puffed sleeves.
Another dress I remember very well was a party dress made of brightly coloured silk with narrow candy stripes. I was nine when I wore that. A great-aunt was matron of a children’s hospital, and received parcels of hard-to-obtain dress materials from America. I’m afraid she purloined the striped silk for me!
I very much disliked boyish clothes. Because I was tall for my age I sometimes had to play a boy in plays or ballet displays. How I hated that. Tall or not, I never felt or looked remotely like a boy!
In the 1950s many dresses had tight waists and full skirts. These suited me, but must have been a problem for anyone overweight. Not that I remember anyone being overweight.