To feel "posh"

[leopardprintpants]

Have recently bought my DC towelling shorts from Boden for our holiday.. I feel like a bit of a posho which is weird, I know 😂

So what I want to know is, what thing did you buy for your children that made you feel "posh" or even, what have you bought your DC that your parents would have never dreamed of buying for you?

Lighthearted.

@FuckingHateRats

I regularly take my these kids into a bookshop, buy us all a new book and then decamp in the nearest coffee shop for hot drinks and cake, and to read our new books.

My mum thinks this is the epitome of extravagance 🤣🤣

This sounds like my idea of heaven! And my mum would also think this was terribly extravagant- it was always the library then the park for home made sarnies when I was a child 😊

@pepsicolagirl

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.

I wear - gasp - £160 running shoes. My mother would be disgusted with me when you can get trainers for a fiver. And that's before the two hundred and fifty notes that represent the custom orthotics inside them.

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 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.

Just popping in to let you know we've moved this to Classics. It's very posh over there, you know.

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.

Scrolling leaves, what a wonderful story.

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.

“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.

@pleasedonttextmyman

It's the confusion between "posh" and "rich" which is amusing.

Sweet that you think you can decide whether someone is grand or not based on them using one word on an internet forum to piss of the kind of people who think they're the arbiters of class.

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.

Classics? There's posh.

@MrsMackesy

Classics? There's posh.

@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

Love this thread!

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

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