Hi all, just been reading this thread about baby colours, it reminded me that when my son was born we were very, very young and so skint, I was given a bag full of baby clothes and cardis, but, pinks and whites because they had come from a baby girl who had outgrown them. I was relieved to have clothes to put the baby in and avoided the pinks but sometimes he had managed to puke on everything so I just had to! And when I took him out in the pram of course everyone who looked in said what a beautiful little girl! In the end I just let them think that. I remember we lived in a flat in a converted victorian terraced house and only had an old white sink in the kitchen with a cold water tap, and the loo was down the yard, no hot water unless you boiled it in a pan! It took so long to wash things by hand and then of course they had to drip dry slowly over a few days, luckily before he was a year old we got a council flat and things were much better then, bet there are others of you in the 50+ group who have fond memories of those ‘good old days?’ Wasn’t it a different world then. I would pull any old knitted thing down and re-knit my little boy warm jumpers and cut up old clothes to make little dungarees to help hold his terry nappies on. No wonder I find handling new balls of yarns such a treat and they feel so luxurious and sensuous.
But happy days 
Jane 
