the home made swimmers
After looking through old photos of myself and my sibs when we were kids, I have come to the conclusion that we must have worn the most ridiculous, daggy swimmers you could ever hope (not) to see.
Now I myself only saw my mother sew once, when she sewed my bridesmaid doll a dress and cape. But these definitely have a home sewn look to them. And we seemed to wear them for years.
Take me here for instance. Determined to get to the beach. And nothin', not even those baggy daggy swimmers is going to stop me. I mean mother, you could've taken in the legs a little. I bet if I keep looking I'll see one of my sisters wearing these before I got them. Probably both of them.
And one of my favourite photos. Emjay, the oldest, with our brother and sister. Sporting a very unfashionable blue suit with a matching home done fringe trim.
And here she is again, what maybe a couple of years later, still wearing it.
Move forward another couple of years and my other sister is now wearing it and Emjay has a much nicer, yet still loose fitting pair of swimmers on. As you can see I'm still wearing the same pair I had on in the beginning. Because I had penty of room to grow into.
OMFG. And I was right. Even though I was only half joking. Here is Min, wearing my baggy pink swimmers. I wonder if I ever owned a new pair.
I have this vision of my mother, searching through her wardrobe every year the day before we went on our summer holidays, pulling out a bag full of atrocious old faded swimmers and handing us each a pair. Mind you it wouldn't have been a very full bag. We seemed to last through our childhoods with three of four pairs between us.
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Yes ... Ce blue one is not the most attractive. But the pink one is nice and the pink and flowered one is very pretty.
Your faces showed that you were very happy with your parents ... and nevermind for the sweammers ...
My horror was the Pink Party Dress.
My folks splurged at some point and bought matching dresses for all five daughters.
Pink dotted swiss, with a shiny black belt and a big round collar with poky lace on the edge.
I was the youngest of us all... five years old when they bought the lot of them.
Every time I grew out of the Damned Pink Dress, there was another one waiting for me.
Because party dresses never wear out.
ARGGGHHHHHH.
I remember buy my first, just for me, fancy dress.
I was fourteen.
And it sure as hell was NOT pink.
We were cuties weren't we. No clue about sunscreen back then.