GeorgiaXplant
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I dunno about the rest of you, but holidays were occasions in our family that called for dressing up. My aunts and uncles, cousins, parents, grandparents...we all dressed up if not in something new, then in our very best clothes. My mother, aunts, and grandmothers had dress up aprons, too. They wore festive but practical aprons while the meal was being prepared and changed to festive, "dressy" ones to wear at the table.
I always had a new dress for Christmas, and if I hadn't grown too much, it was the dress I wore the next year at Thanksgiving. Come to think of it, when buying clothes for me, my mother always bought them a size bigger than was needed, so I could grow into them. If I was merely too tall, she'd just sew a ruffle around the bottom. My holiday dresses were usually store-bought, and I felt postively pampered to get something new to wear that wasn't made from a flour or chicken feed sack.
If Easter was early, it would still be cold, so I'd be wearing the Christmas dress; if it fell mid to late April, lucky me...a new dress!
My older brother always had new slacks and shirts...no way would anything have fit him from the year before. My younger brothers and sisters were never sentenced to hand-me-downs because there were way too many years between us.
My mother, aunts, and grandmothers seemed to have new dresses, too, or maybe it was just that I saw them dressed up so rarely that their clothes looked new to me! For everyday, they wore house dresses back then, except one of my grandmothers. She was a nurse, so it seemed to me that unless we were at a picnic in summer, she was either dressed up or in a starched white uniform.
The men in the family? Meh. They just showed up in a suit and tie, shucked the jacket as soon as they got in the door and rolled up their sleeves. The sleeves were unrolled and the jackets put back on to come to the table, but as soon as dessert was done...
We dressed up for Memorial Day to go to the cemetery, then changed clothes for picnic time for the rest of the day. July4 and Labor Day are the only holidays I can think of when we didn't dress up.
Birthdays were the same drill as for holidays but not quite as dressy.
I always had a new dress for Christmas, and if I hadn't grown too much, it was the dress I wore the next year at Thanksgiving. Come to think of it, when buying clothes for me, my mother always bought them a size bigger than was needed, so I could grow into them. If I was merely too tall, she'd just sew a ruffle around the bottom. My holiday dresses were usually store-bought, and I felt postively pampered to get something new to wear that wasn't made from a flour or chicken feed sack.
If Easter was early, it would still be cold, so I'd be wearing the Christmas dress; if it fell mid to late April, lucky me...a new dress!
My older brother always had new slacks and shirts...no way would anything have fit him from the year before. My younger brothers and sisters were never sentenced to hand-me-downs because there were way too many years between us.
My mother, aunts, and grandmothers seemed to have new dresses, too, or maybe it was just that I saw them dressed up so rarely that their clothes looked new to me! For everyday, they wore house dresses back then, except one of my grandmothers. She was a nurse, so it seemed to me that unless we were at a picnic in summer, she was either dressed up or in a starched white uniform.
The men in the family? Meh. They just showed up in a suit and tie, shucked the jacket as soon as they got in the door and rolled up their sleeves. The sleeves were unrolled and the jackets put back on to come to the table, but as soon as dessert was done...
We dressed up for Memorial Day to go to the cemetery, then changed clothes for picnic time for the rest of the day. July4 and Labor Day are the only holidays I can think of when we didn't dress up.
Birthdays were the same drill as for holidays but not quite as dressy.