Trend Setter

I have never been one to follow fashion, in fact my style of clothes seems to come into fashion every 20 years or so and I’m approaching my third run.
As a kid, we had three of most things, one clean, one in the wash, wearing one, but for outer clothes it was Best, School and Play.
The result was nearly always that I grew out of my Best clothes way before they wore out, and old school clothes I wore to play in. The thing was everything my sister grew out of was passed down to me, so sometimes I had the misfortune of wearing an outfit I hated in different sizes as the years went by ( a yellow and mustard blotch patterned frock with a detachable collar comes to mind, and I looked like an anemic dandelion……… how I hate Yellow!).

In the 70s, Sis and I were practically the same size and, both fed up with our wardrobes one day, we threw everything we didn’t like on our beds and had a rummage through the others rejects. It was like a jumble sale without the punch ups and we each had at least two new sets of mix and match outfits.
These days I think nothing of rooting around in charity shops. Sadly it is rare there is anything in my size, but it’s still fun to look.

I have never been a skinny Liz, though in my teens my waist dropped to 24 inches.
I wore skirts six inches shorter, and hot pants too, though today I am grateful there are no photographs whatsoever to prove that!

Fashion in the boating community seems to be very much hit and miss.
We are all ages, shapes and sizes, but in wet weather, our fashion sense has come a long way:
From this
To this
To this
and shortly this
Sexy, right?

Yeah, right.