Baby Blue for this Blue, Blue Baby

"I hated this outfit." (via)

Is it Go Fug Yourself that immortalized the phrase "tights are not pants"?

I agree, especially when paired with some scuffed Buster Browns. And let's be clear-this pair of was clearly meant for ballet only. My ballet teacher would have been horrified.

In Her Easter Bonnet

One last goodie before a break for the Easter weekend. (Back next week to make good on promises of new and improved posts to come!)

"C____ and Barbie. Easter, 1962.

I remember this day vividly. I was 6, and I hated everything about my Easter outfit! Hated the flat, straw hat (which I hate even more now after seeing how it cast ungodly shadows all over my face!), hated the dress, which was too tight for my...little body, and hated wearing socks. I loved my Barbie, though!" (via)

Is it okay to say the shadows are "ungodly" when you're talking about an Easter outfit? Just asking.

I, too, loved my Barbies--always provided by my best gay uncle since they were not something that was going to be purchased by my 1970s parents. My favorite, which I begged him for, was the hair change Barbie--half-blonde/half-brunette. Perhaps the Barbie folks were just really progressive and making the first mainstream multi-racial doll?

I also loved self-tanning Barbie--set her on a windowsill and all she was missing was that aluminum foil reflector and some baby oil to make sure she caught some rays. Too bad a friend and I went through a stage in 7th grade when we decided to make them all punk. Tattoos in Sharpie Marker, nose rings, and monstrous things done to my collection of Donny and Marie dolls. Poor Donny... Let's just say, it wasn't pretty.

What outfit is right for raising the Lord?

This rainy day, thoughts turn to Spring
And all the joy that Easter brings.

"Used Car Sales, Electronics Pitchman, or Cattle Auctioneer?

"I suspect my parents dressed me in this hideous suit for Easter. I hope it was not career planning.

Of course my sister, who was/is not a girly girl at all, is not much better off." (via)

Brother and sister, bonded forever,

With lace and plaid, their link won't sever.

Plaid to welcome back the Lord,

I bet in church they sure were bored.

Ruffles make the day so nice,

After lent, return to Vice.

Lapel button reads the Letter M,

This photo here sure is a gem.

In Your Easter Bonnet

Today, I'm thinking Spring. It's so darn cold here, and without snow which would at least make the cold feel like fun. Thus, an Easter memory.

"Oh how I hated those hats, shoes and dresses. I felt like such a dork. But my mom was so proud of her little girls all dressed up for Easter..." (via)

My biggest objection in this outfit is to the ridiculous hat, which I believe matches that of her mother. They are perched there, rather than really being worn. And I assume that bobby pins were required to keep them in place?

Other than the hat, however, I can't find fault with much of this outfit.

My analysis of why is because I think the clothes from this period were just so much cuter than the absurd 70s garb I was saddled with. Now, I don't aspire to the matching gloves and the frilly, frilly kind of girly clothes so many kids had to wear. But come on, compared with a polyester leisure suit or Mary Tyler Moore blouse with a bow, isn't this better?

Everyone looks better in an ascot!

Today's first photo makes me feel nostalgic. I, too, had a nightgown with a matching bonnet, although mine was rockin' a Holly Hobbie theme on the front. (When I met Holly Hobbie, a few years ago, I felt like I was in the presence of celebrity.)

"Me and my sis when I was three or four. Not only did I hate bedtime (afraid of the dark and unable to let go of the day) but look at that outfit. No wonder I'm so unhappy." (via)

Here's my own true confession. After my dad took me to see the Star Trek movie where Chekov had some kind of animal inserted into his ear, I would sneak out of bed each night to put on a bonnet or hat that covered my ears. I also had an irrational fear of earwigs.

This next special lady shares my distain for her glasses.

"12 years old, maybe 13. I made sure back then that as few pictures of me with glasses were taken as possible." (via)

Strangely, she does not mention her sailor suit or shoulder pads. I like the combination of red shoes and hairbow to add a little pizazz to the overall look.

Sometimes, our siblings recognize the horror of the items our parents have made us wear.

"Holy Cow! Would you get a load of my brother's outfit? I am at a loss for words. Also, does it or does it not look like I am wearing dentures?" (via)

My husband digs this kid's belted shorts, and feels a kinship with him after his own childhood outfits. Also, is this little boy crying or laughing?

Today's final photo is perhaps one of my favorites ever. There is almost nothing to say beyond what this boy's sister says.

"Is that an ASCOT?" (via)

Where did one even FIND an ascot for a child? It doesn't look like it came with the pants, since the colors are slightly different. Was it a matching set with the shirt and ascot? Available from the boy's section at JC Penney or Sears?

Also, are these two sitting in front of a piece of ripped wallpaper, torn from the wall in anger at this outfit?

I'm almost exhausted from the quality of this photo, and the idea that I will have to follow it up with more hated outfits. How can I ever top this? (Help me out--send your photos to myparentsmademewearthis at gmail dot com.)