All my clothes were homemade. My grandma was a dress maker and my mom was a good seamstress. I always wanted "store bought" clothes. But then in 6th grade I was talking to my friend and she said..."I always thought you were so lucky to have such beautiful dresses that were homemade, better than mine". So I never felt bad about them again...clear into high school.
dark colored clothes she dressed me like she dresses herself like, mortisha
yes, black and burgundy funeral colors every day
A green suit for st. Patrick day
My mom would curl my hair and make me wear a dress for every elementary school picture I've taken. I hated it so bad cause I always wanted to wear my cool T-shirts and my classmates would call me "Poodle"
yes, She made me wear a pair of blue cat eyed shaped glasses. I broke one side and thought I would not have to wear them. She made me wear them anyway. Now they are in style. I wear some funny looking reading glasses that I like to wear. I do not care who like them. She also made me wear a long straight blue skirt, she said i was too fat to wear a flare skirt like my sister. She made me wear a bright pink dress with a high collar, I felt like a pink pig. Now I wear what I like. I think those moments made me a stronger person. When I want to wear something that is not the latest style I do not care who like my outfit. I wear clothes for me.
Yes. A bowl cut! And because I needed a haircut and my parents were poor
Not my mum, but my auntie, we was visiting, and I hit my girl cousin, my auntie ******** me, and put me in knickers, as a punishment.
Yep, we grew up with not a lot. I had to wear her boots, fur linings and all to school for a while as it was all that fit.