‘Forget princess, call me president’

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  1. My youngest daughter, born in 1988, had a massive head of hair( still has, but she’s grown into it now). When she was about three, the hairdresser, fed up with trying to keep it tidy whilst she squirmed, held her head in a vice like grip ( which she still recalls) and cut it into a very cute pixie cut. All was well till she went for her playgroup photo, dressed in red tartan trousers with a red jumper which had a white lace collar and a tartan bow. “You’re next, sonny” said the photographer. She was furious and the hair had to be grown till she decided it looked girly enough!

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    1. Hahaha! When I was nine, I wanted to be a boy, so that would have delighted me! My eldest girl opted for a ‘mushroom cut’ somewhere around the age of 10 or 11 [so in about 1995]. It looked great…but she could easily pass as a lad, and she was not impressed. She grew it, and it has stayed long ever since.

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      1. Having always dressed my daughter in bright colours when she was a baby the only pink she wore was hand me downs and gifts She went through a stage in her early teens when she requested ‘trendy’ brands which she soon grew out of. Although required to wear a uniform at school she was an individual because I made the school trousers she requested which skimmed the hip and flared like an oxford bag….. she was always being asked where she bought her clothes so I must have done something right.

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    1. It was a revelation back in the 70s to discover that continental children wore clothes in bright primary colours, why didn’t we?

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      1. In my case, because most of my clothes were either hand me downs form various cousins, or ill-fitting (‘you’ll grow into them’) stuff from my mum’s Kays catalogue. Oh the horrors of baggy cheapo jeans when all my mates had gorfeous skin-tight Levis….

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