Oh pleeeeeease let me have one!!!

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Something wrong with my keyboard - three times. Not me!. That should be a pound sign.

I desperately wanted a bra and a petticoat. My mother told me not to be stupid because I didn't need them. I got so many nasty remarks at school about my lack of a petticoat! I think she thought it was character forming.

Thanks Elegran - though I don't think I could stand the feel of an Alice Band now, especially as I wear glasses!
I do love those vintage patterns though - but I really can't agree with the recommendation on several of them which says 'All knitted in vintage 3ply so try modern 4ply in a tension square.' Modern 4ply would not knit up anything like vintage 3ply. In the days of 'vintage' 3ply we already had 4ply, which has always been a thicker yarn. So I really don't know what they're talking about!

Inishowen I think we must have had the same mother!

I had exactly the same experience regarding getting a bra.
My mum was far too embarrassed to even talk about me needing a bra let alone buying me one. I saved pocket money and bought one in Woolworths for half a crown. I doubt it if fitted properly but at least I was no longer teased. This sounds daft but it's good to know I was not the only one in this situation.

There were a number of situations like this where my mum was in a way quite neglectful. She never seemed to understand that a teenager needed decent reasonably fashionable clothes. My dad was not highly paid as a teacher then but they could have done better. It was not something my mum ever though about.
And I would have liked one of those Gondola baskets but I knew better than to ask. I would be told I didn't need one. I think my mum was worried that anything fashionable in about 1962 was very decadent.

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I don't think it's your device Elegran

Nope not you Elegran

I think I had one of those hats! Or something very like it. Mum made it (she made most of my things). I hated it! The band squeezed my head and my ears got too hot!

Most of you had such modest desires but I'm afraid I join the pony mad ranks. It's all I ever wanted. Not too much to ask was it? After all, although we lived in a small city terrace house, we had an allotment where we could keep it!

I went in for that win a pony competition too - goodness knows what would have happened had I won it!

I did eventually get my pony when I was 40 and enjoyed many years meandering around the countryside with him. He died 15 years ago and I still miss him.

I wanted a suspender belt,just a dainty white nylon one like all my friends, My Mother bought me a boned corselet in pale blue satin emroidered with rosebuds. I had to wear it and my "friends" got a lot of fun out of it.

poppy that made me laugh out loud !

I didn't have any trouble getting a bra when I needed one - my mother was not the sort to feel embarrassed about such things. My bra problem was something completely different...
My self-awareness on reaching puberty meant that I now became aware of other people too, including my mother. She didn't wear a bra, hadn't done for years. In all seriousness, she didn't need to - in her own words her boobs resembled nothing more than a couple of fried eggs on her chest .
But the thought that my friends might notice that my mother - my mother - didn't wear a bra was just too much for me and I put all my efforts into cajoling her into buying one for herself too. Thankfully it worked and I was spared the humiliation

You are clearly very persuasive Indinana !

I pleaded with my mum to have my hair put in plaits rather than the dreadful ringlets she used to make my sister and I have,I can still feel the tights digging into the side of my head when trying to sleep even after all these years,my friend Vicky had plaits and she looked so "cool".

I wanted one of those hats too! Some girls at school (primary, I'd be about 11) had taken up ice skating and not only did they have those hats, but also mittens to match - the most covetable in pastel angora - AND little flared skating skirts made of felt!

I had never been near the ice rink, but I did so want those clothes, and you know what? My mother wouldn't let me have them. She knitted and sewed - made all my clothes so I could not see what the problem was. (Imagine a stocky, spec wearing little girl who could fall over while standing still.)

I also wanted long hair, with ribbon bows on top. this was "common". (If you have been here for some time, you will remember my mother's peculiar catalogue of what was common..)

I did have one of those bonnets which my mum knitted for me in bunny wool (who remembers that). The thing I longed for was a shop bought 'wooly'. My friend had a lovely twinset from M & S and, although my dear mum knitted me one, it wasn't the same. Also, I longed to get my shoes from a shop that didn't take Provident Cheques as they were always the old fashioned ones.

Oh the Provident cheques - almost forgotten them chrissyh. A woman used to call every Friday night for the ten shillings, at least I think it was 10 may have been 5.

I just wanted anything that nobody else had worn before - I used to have to wear my older sister's hand-me-downs, which were themselves handed down from my two step-aunts.
I was 11 years old before I had my very first ever brand new dress, a green checked thing which I adored beyond all rationality simply because I was the only person who had ever worn it!

I was given a cream angora beret and mittens; I did nothing but sneeze when I wore them!

Most of my clothes were home-made and most were lovely - apart from a knitted swimsuit which stretched and sagged when it got wet!

I was always thrilled with occasional hand-me-downs from the daughter of mum's rich, posh friend.

Just thought I wanted a yellow polo necked sweater (no idea why!). My mum decided I should knit one. I gave up half way through. She finished it but by then it was too small and she gave it away!

I just wanted a sindy .....and to get rid of my little brother,
I never got a sindy and DD,and DGD not into dolls,
I wouldn't part with my little brother now...still a pain, but he grew on me ...

My mother used to make me take a packamac in case it rained and one of those consatinaed plastic rain hats. Not that I put them on.

DM knitted and sewed all our clothes; she really was talented. I hated anything with wool in it, but back in the 50's and 60's there weren't the amazing yarns and blends that you get nowadays. I still remember wool trousers rubbing my inner thighs raw - I didn't dare complain.
DM also dress-made for a school friend- she got a velvet dress with a lace bib, I coveted it like mad, but I never had one.

I had a Sindy doll but, ungrateful wretch, I wanted a Tressy, with her hair that grew.

One of my sisters and I were pony mad. All our pocket money was saved up so we could have riding lessons. This went on for years. I eventually bought my first horse when I was 42! My mother thought I was totally mad.

Ariadne - I wanted a fringe so much, apparently they too were 'common' in the 1950s! In '55 I had a French exchange and after seeing how Parisian schoolgirls did their hair and, I guess, Bardot a bit later, I soon had a pony tail - and the much wanted fringe!
Having been promised my cousin's train set and his big box of Meccano I didn't get either as someone in the family (not my parents) noticed that I was a girl ...
I always wanted a chemistry set too but they were too expensive.
My tricycle was great, then I had a scooter and around 11 or 12 realised it was time for a 2 wheeler bike. Although my mother, and father, had cycled a lot she wouldn't let me have a 2 wheeler bike, ever. Maybe she hadn't much faith in my sense of self preservation!