My mum was a trained dressmaker and made a lot of my clothes from when I was very small to my early teens. Some were terrible - a bright tan maxi skirt in what I can only describe as sofa material was one of them, and a fucshia pink crimplene dress that sat just below the knee when mini dresses were still the norm.
Others were lovely at the time. Brown soft needle cord dress with leg of mutton sleeves which was the envy of my friends. As I got older, pencil skirts and swing jackets in beautiful fluid woollen mix fabrics that she bought from a local market stall at knock down prices. The good thing was that she could draft her own patterns so they were all "made to measure" and fitted perfectly.
Unfortunately, as I got older I fell for the "want to wear what everyone else is wearing" and bought some real horrors with my Saturday job earnings. A navy blue polka-dot mini dress with a cutout back in a really horrible synthetic fabric springs to mind - I spent the whole evening giving everyone electric shocks whenever I came near them. And a pair of what I thought were the "bees knees" white slingback Mary Quant platform sandals with a purple daisy on the front which made me walk like Lurch and went with nothing else in my wardrobe! Luckily, no photographs survive of my fashion disasters...
Books we loved when we were young
Is it rude to not finish a book club choice that was selected by someone else?
How many tablets do you take in the morning?


