Monday, February 12, 2007


See folks? Personality IS formed early, and DOES remain constant.


Blogger fatmammycat said...

They're some pink looking tights, girlie girl. Wot, no poleyster shiny polo necks?

12 February, 2007 14:49  
Blogger Andraste said...

Remember that this was a time at which I did not choose my own wardrobe. Plus, they were footie pajamas, non? I'd still wear them if I had 'em!

12 February, 2007 14:50  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

I had a fuzzy all in one too, complete with feet. It had a big zip up the middle and I loved that thing, plus it was as toasty as hell.
Did you not have to wear the polonecks? I wore mine-all in acid blues and zingy lemons- with fetching cord dungarees that stopped at my ankle and a bowl haircut. My, but I was the very height of fashion.

12 February, 2007 15:47  
Anonymous Sare said...

I love the pink footies.

But what in the name of all that is holy are you SITTING on there? Is that some kind of primitive torture rack? Stainless steel mega-potty over the radiator? WHAT DID THEY HAVE YOU DOING WITH YOUR PJS DOWN ON THAT THING?


12 February, 2007 16:00  
Blogger Andraste said...

That, m'dear, is what passed for a changing table back in the 60's. None of this soft, cushioned, pastel-covered stuff for us. And you know what? We were GRATEFUL to have it. None of this namby-pamby coddling for US!

Walked two miles uphill in the snow to get to school too. Both ways!

12 February, 2007 16:02  
Blogger Andraste said...

FMC - what's a poloneck? I had polyester flares and peasant shirts - but a poloneck...I am unfamiliar.

I am old.

12 February, 2007 16:03  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

It's a hideous, scratchy jumper with a high neck that has to be folded over a million times, making kids with bowl haircuts look even MORE like dorks than they thought possible.

12 February, 2007 17:43  
Blogger Fat Sparrow said...

"That, m'dear, is what passed for a changing table back in the 60's."

Is that the one that has the bath underneath it? It looks like it. My mom had one of those for us, too.

13 February, 2007 06:05  
Blogger Kim Ayres said...

The debate between nature and nurture is finally over!

A poloneck I think is a turtleneck in Americanese - basically it's a top that covers the neck - ideal for girls trying to cover up love bites on their necks.

13 February, 2007 14:39  
Blogger Old Knudsen said...

Changing tables? for the weak I say, we lay on the road on top of broken glass never minding if carts rolled over us and it gave us character.
You lot don't know you're born.

14 February, 2007 02:26  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

I never had a changing table when i was a baby. We had the floor. And it made me what I am today! A housewife.

You m'dear were a cayootie-pie. Gorgeous.

15 February, 2007 20:58  
Blogger Andraste said...

Well, Sam, I have a scanner now, so maybe...just maybe I'll have some fun this weekend with some childhood photos my sister sent me last year.

15 February, 2007 22:02  

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