I am inspired by Lucy Pepper to share with you this charming photograph of my young self skipping in a carefree style along the pavement of Pembrooke Gardens, London W8. I cannot remember doing it, and I have no idea what I was thinking or who I was with, but I like this photograph very much indeed and I must say my shoes are very smart. (Either Start-Rite or Clarks, I should think, measured at Peter Jones after a long wait with a number from a machine like the one you get in butchers.)
I may well share with you a few more photosnaps of my young kilt-adorned self over the coming days, if only because, what with my state of deep non-workingness, etc, not much is happening and I am not having any adventures - and CERTAINLY not of the kind I used to have in the days of Brixton non-workingness.
(Contrary to what the cars in the distant background suggest, it was not 1953 but I think somewhere around 1972.)
If you have a picture of your tiny self in a kilt, you should probably put it on your blog or, if you like, I can make a gallery called "Readers In Kilts" on the Flickr. You will have to send me your photograph first, mind you. I think it would be quite the smash!!!
Friday, April 30, 2010
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Oh your photo brings back memories!
Slipping your tiny feet into the foot machine in the Shoe Department where it hummed in a most satisfactory manner before displaying images of the bones in your tootsies.
I think they stopped using it after it was found that getting X-rays every week probably wasn't good for you. Or for anyone in the unprotected vicinity.
My pash, when I was the age you were in this photo was for red patent shoes (ie plastic). I would unfailingly squash my feet into tiny shoes and pronounce them perfect...if they had that deep red, almost glittery lustre.
Things have not changed much :-)
Sadly, no pix of me in a kilt!
Ali x
Now I'm just confused. You look very sweet, but where is your fez?
Adorable monkey!
I'm afraid there's no kilt-wearing baby/kid pics to be found around here. There's a tartan full length skirt though. Maybe it's a jumper? I'll have to hunt for it. How about dirndls?
Ali! Do you have bunions? I do. We had no X-Ray, just a slidey scale. My bunions are not ready for the operation theatre yet, mind you.
Y S Lee !!! I was not allowed to wear the fez outdoors. Now I can, because I am 40.
Claudia! Hoorah hoorah are you doing the linkeage? HOORAH AGAIN! YES to the full length skirt AND the dirndl - I beg of you - I will do a feature of "Readers In Their Favourite Outfit As A Child". It will be great.
Pictures of me in a kilt range from age 15 to 17 or so. Pipe band. I KNOW. I can barely bear to look at them because I was a mere 1ll5 lbs dripping wet back then. There is MUCH MORE of me now.
That should be 115 not 1ll5.
See how traumatizing this is for me? I can hardly manage to type with my fat, little fingers for angst at the thought of how svelte I used to be.
I remember that machine that X-rays your feet. It was pretty cool, you had to look through a viewer like What-the-butler-saw.
My last blog post but one has a picture of tiny me in a kilt. Not a pretty sight.
Popping tar bubbles with lolly sticks on a summer's day. Oh the memories. This photo brought them flooding back. For some reason, I seem to remember you got a balloon when you bought a pair of Clarks.
You are the most adorable little monkette! You look almost edible - or at the very least, eminently squeezable.
I don't believe there are any photos of young me in a kilt, but there are many in which I have pretty much the same haircut as you. Does that count?
I thought that too. Adorable enough to make a small sandwich out of.
I might have a picture of my six-year-old self in a suit with every single button done up.
Oh, and please raise your count movement membership count by one. Unless, of course, wanting to keep my ridiculously fat paycheck whilst being simultaneously nonworking is a disqualification. Crisps and absinthe are not free after all.
NWM - I don't have bunions because my Stalinist mother made me wear flat sensible shoes right through primary and secondary.
I hated her for it at the time, because all you wanted to do at school was be the same as everyone else, right?
So to be scuffing around in sensible flats when everyone else was in high wedges was hellish.
But now, I have loooooovely little paws and am grateful, with hindsight, to her for her steadfast refusal to let me ruin my feet.
It's funny how you only really appreciate your parents with hindsight, isn't it?
Ali xx
I DO NOT WANT TO BE MADE A SANDWICH OUT OF!!! What is the matter with you all?!!!!! I think you have been drinking. On the other hand, I do understand - I was (and am) quite lovely.
Farty, I need it - can I steal it from your site? As to the rest of you: I am back to the original notion with a slight tweak: Readers in Kilts (or regional dress and/or suits buttoned up to the neck and/or favourite childhood outfits). Haircuts do not count (sorry) unless they are of particular note. there is an amazing photograph of the pathologist in existence in which he hangs on to an enormous telephone making a face older than his years. I will see if he will let me put it up.
And yes, Alison, to the feet and the parents. And Dawn, stop the self-flagellation - I don't think I've ever been thin, ever. This did not stop me from wearing kilts with abandon.
hmmm, there are no childhood pictures of me, kilted or otherwise.
Oh how funny, there is a photo of me somewhere wearing pretty much identical clothes to this, right down to the shoes and socks. Then again we are almost exactly the same age, I think. If I could find it I could contribute to "readers in a kilt", but it will be buried in some distant photo album in my parents' house, far away from any scanners.
And don't those cars look ancient! How weird to think we lived through that now-ever-so-bygone-looking age.
New shoes, new shoes, redandpinkandblue shoes, tell me what would YOU choose...
As I was dressed by my mother out of what looks very much like the contents of a skip I'm not entirely sure I wish to share. However, I will ask and see if there is any kiltage to be had - I know I had one, just not sure if it was documented. As to favorite outfit, I think it would have to be the cat costume I had when I was 5. I used to carry the tail with me after I had outgrown the costume just for its lovely, sausagey, flannely softness.
What about outfits-which-caused-great-mental-trauma? I have LOADS of those...
NWM, you can always steal from my site. btw, I was being ironic (=wrong) about tiny me, the picture was taken last month. Sorry if you're only looking for kids' pictures.
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