In 1973 our school finally allowed pants, but only if worn under a dress. You can imagine the hilarious sight. Mom had me made a short dress like jacket. It only lasted one year, the next we were allowed pants after all.
To think that in old times everyone wore a dress, albeit under another name. Were it the Huns who started with pants? I suppose a dress is hard to ride a horse LOL
Very interesting. This is sure to get me back to the keyboard. Something percolating in me about the implications of your story.
I'm curious to see what this inspires...
Me too! Sometimes inspiration starts as a stirring in the gut.
In 1973 our school finally allowed pants, but only if worn under a dress. You can imagine the hilarious sight. Mom had me made a short dress like jacket. It only lasted one year, the next we were allowed pants after all.
To think that in old times everyone wore a dress, albeit under another name. Were it the Huns who started with pants? I suppose a dress is hard to ride a horse LOL
Thanks, Ingrid! Indeed, what may now seem permanent is usually quite susceptible to change.
In my humble opinion, women are more perfect.
I humbly agree, MB.