what’s something that absolutely ISN’T posh but you thought it was?

[WrSad]

I would say

Having 3 bathrooms

Radiators & double glazed windows lol

[quote Gingaaarghpussy]@MolyHolyGuacamole
Well thankyou for your insight. And your judgement. Pastry forks actually. Most of the posh stuff came out when we had visitors.
I wanted white bread, margarine, weekly fish and chips.
I wanted what my peers had, I wanted to fit in. But when your mother is a snob and looks down on anyone less money orientated it isolates you.
I had all the tinned salmon and vienetta and all that with my mil who was more of a mother than my own.[/quote]
Wait a sec, I'll just get my teeny tiny violin out for you...

Stop trying to turn this fun thread into some attention-seeking childhood trauma outlet!

@EmergencyHydrangea

Having three bathrooms is pretty bloody posh

Kinda depends on the state of the bathrooms. My gran had a BIG OLD FARMHOUSE that had been retrofitted with not three but five bathrooms. I assure you, they were not posh in the least. They were small, ill-heated, very basic. But she inherited the house from her parents, who had 12 children. Those bathrooms were necessity, not posh. Even when new. LOL, and the first one they installed was off of the back porch. You had to leave the house proper to get to it!

Living on an avenue (as opposed to a 'road' or 'street') and having a house with a name rather than number was posh in my eyes.

Yes to Vienetta, doing the main weekly shop at Sainsburys (rather than Netto) and eating out at restaurants as a family.

Also thought Pizza Express was posh as a teenager - it was the place to go for special occasion dates when at secondary school!

Prosecco, thought people were very posh until I realised it’s around £5 😂

Orange juice as a starter

bidet. ?(tres late 70s)
people...

Double glazing

Fitted carpets

A hostess trolley

Driving a capri

(It was in the 70's and this is how I thought).

Foreign holidays
Waitrose
Avocados!

When the doorman at Harrods knows your name

I remember going to posh friends houses when I was younger. There were a few things that stood out for me then. Having a drinks cabinet, a round bath, someone had a balcony from their bedroom overlooking their lounge. I remember thinking wow that's posh.

Princess Margaret?

Princess Margaret

My mum’s friend had a white glossy fitted kitchen, early 80s, with a black worktop. I’d never seem anything like it.

We had blue Formica, everyone had blue Formica. I thought she must be a millionaire.

Schloer
Prawn cocktail
Cake forks
Buffets

70s child and I grew up in a pretty wealthy area - so my idea of posh was based off school friends and people living around me - looking back the bar was clearly set rather high

Flying to a foreign holiday
Having 2 cars
Dishwashers
School uniforms from Harrods or John Lewis
Being able to stable your pony at home
Having more than one Labrador
Parents having a Range Rover or Land Rover for weekend use only for pulling said ponies to gymnkahas.
Children hanging a landline in their bedrooms (just like in the American movies).
Going to the family country estate at weekend
Having a place “ up in town” (London) which the father used for weeknights
Having weekly dinner parties with ladies arriving in fur coats
Children being chauffeured to school
Having daily help although the mothers never worked
Mothers always busy with charity events
Endless after school activities

I did not realize what a privileged world I have grown up until I went to Uni. But my parents were very liberal and although we would have been considered posh by many they took us on ban the bomb marches and votes labour (unheard of where we lived ).

Going for a curry after a night out.

I grew up in a small town in the 80s and if we went out for a meal it was mostly Berni Inns type places. The only curry I'd tried prior to going to University were the Vesta boil in the bag ones with the sultanas in, which were just known by the generic term 'curry.' I went for an Indian with some new friends in my first term and remember not knowing what a single item on the menu was. One of the girls was from London, and she very confidently ordered a lamb rogan josh with keema nan, and I was blown away by her sophistication.

(That's not to say Indian restaurants can't be posh. I have been to some very high class ones since. The student balti houses I frequented in the 90s, however, with their family-size naans as big as the table, were not posh. Delicious, but not posh.)

I see your champagne and prosecco and raise you pomagne! The height of luxury and sophistication!

When I was 16 (1985) I brought a boy home for Sunday lunch and my mother had bought a single bottle of cheap white wine for about a dozen of us and he was blown away by our poshness.

i used to follow my mother who was a housekeeper for rich people.They always had loads of porcelain figures or brass we had to polish lol

As a child:
Double glazing
Central heating
M&S food
Buying a drink or snacks from a shop or cafe (we always had sandwiches from home and squash in a cartoon flask)
Utility rooms
Yogurt or orange juice from the milkman
Mixing fresh orange juice and lemonade
Having a takeaway and ordering more than one meal rather than sharing one bed curry between the whole family
Hotels, we only ever stayed on caravans
Restaurants, we never ate out other than at BHS cafe with my grandma

My DH as a child:
Holidays, anywhere
Days out
Fresh fruit and veg (he was amazed 20 years ago when we moved in together and I used to buy 'exotic' things like peppers that he hadn't tasted before)
Ditto pasta
Vienetta
Thorntons

The little chrome ice cream glasses at Wimpy for your pudding after having one of their trademark round sausages. Eating out wasn't really a thing back then.

After Eights

Wearing clothes with designer logos.

Serving a meal in serving dishes at the table and everyone helping themselves.

Someone mentioned eating at a cafe rather than taking a packed lunch. We once went on a coach trip and at one of the stops everyone got out and went into a cafe, except us. We had to eat our egg sandwiches on the pavement outside. There wasn't even a bench to sit on. I was young enough to not understand why we weren't going inside but old enough to burn with shame as people were walking past and looking at us.

As a child (70's), I thought anyone who went out for a meal was posh.