
northernhoard said:Full length scruffy dark brown army generals leather coat, t-shirt or wooly jumper underneath, dutch combat pants and either Para boots or Doc Martinz, what was your garb of the day?![]()
Yeah, I'm bloody glad he didn't ask about what we were wearing 30 years ago...drag0n said:Whatever my parents put me in. Brown cord dungarees. Clothkits. Velvet dresses with scratchy white collars. wool jumpers made on the knitting machine. start rite shoes. Hec tic tocks.
pogofish said:About the only thing that has changed radically is the hair.
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Hubby disagrees. I found an old photo of you by a campfire the other week
You wear shirt sleeve shirts sometimes too.
I have a Soiuxsie T that will be 24 soon!!
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I refused to wear the neighbours hand me downs from 10 years ago (damn being VV small, surrounded by neighbours who were girls and all at least 5 years older than me)Oh, shit, you too, eh?LilMissHissyFit said:me either....
I have a VERY fetching ( NOT) tank top picture.... my mum refused to buy my school uniform anywhere nearing acceptable or slightly trendy so I was a saddo square with jumpers knitted by gran![]()
I also had a fetching pair of yellow jeans ( which I tried not to wear ever) and I also remember a pair of moon boots and some rather dodgy late 80's outfitsI refused to wear the neighbours hand me downs from 10 years ago (damn being VV small, surrounded by neighbours who were girls and all at least 5 years older than me)
. I think I'm just about getting over that shit now, 30-odd years later...
geminisnake said:It's not changed THAT radically imoHubby disagrees. I found an old photo of you by a campfire the other week
You wear shirt sleeve shirts sometimes too.
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I may even still have a very 80's red stripy one in a box somewhere. It was too vile to even put in the bin! 

mrs quoad said:Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the most ghastly 'silky blue' shellsuit. I wore it EVERYWHERE
I ended up going on a school skiing trip in it, got explosive food poisoning in mah silky blue trousers beneath salopettes, didn't dare tell anyone, and came back to the ski place with silky tracksuit bottoms brimful (quite literally bulging from ankles to waist) with torrents of diarrhoetic shit and undigested sweetcorn.
I forget what I did with them. But they didn't make the journey home.
