Mortified. Just mortified. But then quite amused.
I have just moved into a house near work. My neighbours seem lovely. I did post a thread a couple of weeks ago under a different name having a little middle class angst about fitting in. I clearly will never fit in. But my neighbours are indeed lovely.
Standing outside on Saturday morning having seen mrs neighbour fiddling at some length with her car boot. DH goes out for some reason and chats to her. She's holding her 6 month old, he's holding ours. I go out to join in as I had only met her partner before. He runs the sandwich shop in the shopping parade about a mile away.
We chat about this and that. About her son's interestingly spelled name. About the woods behind the houses. About what a lovely day it is. Her DP comes back to try to help with the lock on the boot, which it transpires is totally busted. We talk about whether our little boys (two weeks apart in age, how cute) are sitting, sleeping through etc etc.
I mention that I work just up the road at a military site. I'm a civil servant.
"Oh, so that's why you dress so old fashioned. I saw you going past the window last week in the morning and thought 'she dresses funny' but that makes sense now."
I generally wear a skirt suit, a pashmina and a fitted coat. I walk 15 mins to work so I wear flat lace up shoes. I push a buggy to take DS to the nursery. Why do I look old fashioned?