Monday, February 12, 2007
About Me
- Name: Andraste
- Location: WALTHAM, MASSACHUSETTS, United States
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They're some pink looking tights, girlie girl. Wot, no poleyster shiny polo necks?
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!
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.
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?
HOLD ME PLS, AM FRIGHTENED.
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!
FMC - what's a poloneck? I had polyester flares and peasant shirts - but a poloneck...I am unfamiliar.
I am old.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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