My parents were classic “working class to middle middle class via 1960s grammar schools and university” boomers. So my mum had a lot of childhood baggage around clothes (and still does). We didn’t have many clothes, but she insisted on buying those we did have from M&S and John Lewis (and fitted shoes from Clarks).
They were nice clothes and good quality (and always got passed down to siblings), but they were not always very “fashionable” — and so I ended up with the opposite problem of being the kid with the sensible quality St Michael tracksuit and dresses, whilst the richer kids had Dash and Benetton, and the poorer kids had cheap but more “street fashion” market stall stuff, but of course that just meant that everyone made fun of my slightly nerdy outfits.
Obviously I found this a great issue as a 10-14 year old, but in retrospect it wasn’t exactly the worst problem to have in life 😂 I mean, everyone’s got teenage angst, but the “my mum is so middle class I get bought serviceable nice but not very cool clothes” is on the better side of teenage problems to have, looking back. I can see that it was rooted in my mum’s 50s/60s childhood when she never had anything nice because my grandmother was not interested in how she looked. So she made sure we had few but nice good quality things, even if the more “street” kids laughed at me. Despite the terrible angst about it as a young teen, I can’t say it’s had a lasting psychological impact - probably I think of it as character forming tbh, in the wider picture of things it’s such a middle class problem really. I now think of myself as lucky to have had the childhood I did! And honestly, we all looked much better in photos in our sensible slightly nerdy M&S outfits than we would have done in the most up to date shell suit from Tammy Girl 😂🤣
I didn’t really know how to dress myself well or how to choose clothes until I was in my early twenties, but as soon as I had some money I got really good at it, and people always talked about how I was so well dressed and had such good taste. Nowadays I am overweight and not so well dressed as I hardly bother, so I mainly channel my sartorial talents into DD, who generally isn’t that bothered about clothes as long as she looks vaguely like her friends. At 10 I ask her if she wants to choose her clothes, and she still says to me “No, I like anything you buy, mummy” 😂 — which is flattering but I’m sure she will get pickier soon as teenage years approach!
I dress DD in nice good quality clothes, but make them a bit more fashionable than my mum would have done, so that I’m keeping an eye on what her friends are wearing — brands are usually a mixture of H&M, Boden, and of course the dreaded M&S and John Lewis 🤣 (Maybe I’m not so different to my mum after all!)