There was an article in the Telegraph today about children’s dresses. The sort of simple little cotton frocks I used to make for my kids twenty five years ago.
Now they are very sweet – but there is nothing much to them, and hardly any fabric involved.
How then can they justify charging around £32-£35 for them?
And who is buying them at that price?
Just occasionally I wish that the Internet and blogging had been around in the eighties.
Perhaps I could have been a real Yummy Mummy then and had a proper online business churning out these garments.
Oh hang on, I was sewing them, for my kids, my friends’ kids…except we were all hard up, and used random remnants and we didn’t intend to make money, just help each other out – swapping frocks for cakes, and homemade jam, and rhubarb from the garden…
Yesterday’s birthday has brought on middle-aged nostalgia