I’m always interested–sometimes amazed–at the clothing preferences of my offspring and their significant others, and how it plays out in the grandkids.
My daughter has always liked Goth. A son-in-law pleaded, when I asked about doll clothes his daughter might like, anything BUT Goth, please!
Some of the grandkids have to wear uniforms to school. Luckily, their uniform standards are pretty relaxed: collared polo shirt and plain jeans, pants, or skirt, any solid color, with no logos–rather than a specific brand, style and color. Some do not have to wear uniforms to school but they do have a dress code. The grandkids seem to favor modest styles without exposed shoulders or midriffs.
Here’s a pic of a shirt designed and built by a son-in-law. He asked me to applique the trim with hot-pink thread.
When I was in junior high school, I got sent home for wearing a “maxi-skirt” I had made. I remember it well. It was tan and brown variegated corduroy, and I wore it with a white long-sleeved blouse that had a ruffle down the front and a bow that tied at the neck. I felt like a movie star. Please remember that this was in the late 1960’s and back then, avant-garde clothing choices were El Diablo. Why, they just could not have girls wearing skirts that went down to their ankles at school. They might trip and fall, especially if they were also wearing coordinating platform high-heeled shoes, which were also popular at that time. And the staff apparently felt they must give maxi-skirt and mini-skirt wearers equal disdain. My mom had to take off work and come pick me up; I elected to stay home the rest of the day rather than change and go back to school.
My son who is an Army sergeant has two sons who dress conservatively. One son’s idea to wear a shirt with a skull on it was vehemently vetoed. What would the teacher think about him, shudder! Their mama wanted to take some pictures of them in their Easter suits, in a field of wild flowers. I happened to be riding around with them and was privy to this conversation.
Dad: Come on, we’re going to go get your suits on and take some Easter pictures for mom.
Boys: No! It’s hot outside! We don’t want to! [both resumed playing on their Nintendo DS’s].
Dad, looking around to the back seat of the car with eyes protruding, in a voice barely above a whisper: Whaa-aat?
Boys, looking up from their DS’s, waiting.
Dad: You don’t WANT to?
Boys, not saying anything but on high alert.
Dad: Who makes all the money in the house?
Dad: And who takes all that money and makes sure you get all the fun things you want to play with, like great video games?
Dad: And who gives you great snacks and meals and makes sure you never go hungry like some kids have to do?
Dad: And who dresses you up like PIMPS instead of bums?
Dad: And who is spending lots of time making sure you have a really happy Easter?
Dad: And did you ask Mommy what SHE wants for an Easter present?
Boys: Ummm, no.
Dad, voice in full-tilt crescendo: Well, she doesn’t want anything for herself, ALL SHE WANTS is some nice pictures of YOU GUYS in your suits in a field of wild flowers, right?
Boys, about ready to cry: Yeah.
Dad: OK, so we’re going to do it, right?