To feel "posh"

When my matching butter dish and gravy boat are on the side together. Makes me feel all happy.

Love this thread!

For me it was also buying clothes from Next for DC2 having not been able to afford them for DC1

@Imissmoominmama

I’ve just bought a few bits for myself from St Berts- they’re like Boden towelling kids clothes, but for adults. Takes me right back to my 70s childhood!

I remember beach hoodies in the early 70s from Clothkits. Mum cut out the patterns marked on the fabric and then had to sew them together

Classics? There's posh.

I'll mention to the titled members of my family that we're new money because some woman on the internet doesn't like the word posh.

“NeverDropYourMooncup

I bet that little girl felt so special in your old pretty dress, @ScrollingLeaves. And her Dad for finding it at a time when pretty things weren't easy to come by - it must have been like finding treasure in those days.”

Yes, I think so and that is nice.

And looking back at those days I realise the dads and mums were very young and had a lot on their shoulders. Lots of families had quite a few children. The dads had probably simply taken whatever jobs they could find after the war such as being a dust man to support their families.

My best friend’s father was also a dustman and had four children ranging from eighteen to eight. He wistfully told me how he had been in Greece during the war and would love to take his wife, my friend’s lovely mother, there one day. There were no holidays or cheap flights then. It would have been out of the question for him at the time.

We moved away and I lost touch but I hope he may have finally got her to Greece many years later.

I bet that little girl felt so special in your old pretty dress, @ScrollingLeaves. And her Dad for finding it at a time when pretty things weren't easy to come by - it must have been like finding treasure in those days.

Scrolling leaves, what a wonderful story.

I came to England as a young child when post-war austerity was still evident especially
In comparison to the standard of living where I came from.

My parents were pretty poor then, but not dirt poor in the way some posters have described, and not working class. I went to a small, local, state, religious primary school.

I had some beautiful clothes given to me by my more well-off grandparents in the country I’d come from, where couture standard little girls dresses were worn everyday even for school.

I had one - apricot with puff sleeved and a white broderie anglaise over skirt and it was also cotton lined, and had an in-built petticoat. I had grown out of it and it had a small tear. My mother threw it out in the dustbin ( there weren’t charity shops then) but I wouldn’t have realised she had done this.

To my surprise, one day at school, a younger little girl was wearing it. (There were no uniforms.) I asked her about it, which of course was not tactful and I regret it, and she told me her dad, who was a dustman, had found it in the dustbin. Her mum must have washed and mended it. I felt humbled and shocked and realised how much I had.

I paid £4K to have my garden levelled. It was overgrown and uneven.

We could have had the trees felled for about a third of the cost and rented a skip and done the rest ourselves.

Not a day has gone by where I regret paying someone to do it. It took a week and they were fantastic. My Mother has never gotten over it and brings it up every time i talk about having further work done.

Mind you, she had probably given up on me about twenty years ago when she found out that I had a gym membership in the first place. Complete waste of money in her mind, buying a swimming costume and other specialist clothes for the sole purpose of exercise. Or exercising at all, really.

I bought air con for my baby's room when he was 8m old. Cost £1500 for one small room. It's the only room in the house that has it! The house gets really hot and it was interfering with his sleep, and therefore ours. It was really stressful knowing the weather was heating up and that he would be hot and sweaty all night, what to dress him in in case it cooled down, would he sleep okay without a sleeping bag just in a vest...

Bought the air con, set his room to a steady 20 degrees and dress him the same as I do in the middle of winter. It's the biggest extravagance and I can't actually believe I'm a person who has air con in their toddler's bedroom. I know it's the height of luxury!

DS has a £40 towel. I could hear my ancestors voicing their disapproval as I made the purchase.

(no regrets)

Might not sound very posh to some but I grew up in a house where we would regularly be without electricity/gas between pay days.

For the first time in my life I have spent more than 10k on buying a car. I'm 60.

I persuaded teen to join the local sailing club as I thought it sounds good 😂 but it's not posh it's surprisingly reasonably priced.

What a random list. "Knowing about yachts", seriously?!

This is fairly current (2018). It’s a list of what is unacceptable, according to Tatler:

Non–U:

Dietary requirements

The word ‘posh’

Public displays of abstinence

Mouthwash

Most white wine

Being friends with your parents

Facebook

Elaborate gin and tonics

Talking about yourself

Tissues

Jacob Rees-Mogg

British Airways

The South-East

France (except Paris)

Wearing make-up outside London

Dips

Trophy spouses

Windsor

Tinder

Social climbing

iPads

Cryogenic freezing

Supplements

Soho Farmhouse

Air freshener

Cortados

Fruit in plastic

Knowing about yachts

Three-day weddings in Burma

The greatest threat on the night train to Cornwall these days is being disturbed by the neighbours: 'Hugo, darling, we are trying to sleep. Do be a sweetie and don't poke Mummy and Daddy in the eye with the pole of your crabbing net'.

I've just spent 2 weeks in Italy and having a cocktail delivered to my sunbed next to the roof top pool, whilst gazing at the glorious scenery of Lake Maggiore, seemed marvellously decadent. Especially after 18 months of looking at my back garden.