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How England Changed Me

It was a typical Kiwi scene and yet something was out of place.

We were squished together in the heat of the day in the cramped School Uniform Shop. Outside the heat hung in shimmering bands above the tarceal and cicadas squealed frantically. I fanned myself briefly with my school uniform price list.

 

$55 for a school blouse! And each daughter would need at least two!

The prices were hot, like the weather that threatened to choke.

Inside the little wooden shop it was bull-rush frenetic. Everyone was desperate to find the uniform for their kids who had unhelpfully grown over the eight weeks of summer holidays. Mums were rifling through second hand shirts, kids were standing half dressed in too-small skirts and thrown-on blouses desperately wishing to be somewhere else, preferably on a boogie board, on the beach with an ipod plugged in to their earringed ears.

I can’t remember seeing second hand uniform for sale when I shopped for uniform for the kids in the UK. Does it happen? Or is it a peculiarly Kiwi thing? Like Opshopping was popular Down Under before Vintage Shopping ever came of age in England.

Kiwi and Aussie Mums tend to be fairly pragmatic about things like clothes their womb fruit will grow out of or spill ink or glue all over. We’re not too proud to accept other people’s hand-me-downs. Call it a quaint aspect of the place. A very real ‘Make do and mend’ attitude for generations who never did need to do so during the War.

A Maori kid wandered through the door,  barefoot and disinterested, clutching a bundle of shirts.

“Did Mum not realise how big her son is?” the grey haired saleswoman grizzled.

He shrugged dismissively.

Somewhere behind a curtain a small voice was calling.

“Mum, can you come here please. But DON’T come in! MUM I said DON’T come in!! Grrrr!”

How you’re supposed to tell whether it’s a good fit or not without looking I’ll never know. Perhaps it’s a sound test. If the call is squeaky the clothes are too small, if loud and proud they’re too big?

I’d sent Dark Princess into the dressing room with a bundle of  senior school blouses, more than a few moments prior and was waiting not-so-patiently for her invitation for review.

And I waited.

And waited.

A kid was served, another sold her last year’s uniform whilst I waited. I wanted to burn my school uniform when I left school. I didn’t stop to think that  I could earn some moolah from selling it.

Finally Dark Princess appeared from the bowels of the dressing room wearing her white blouse and fitted navy blue skirt. She didn’t look like a school girl, she looked more like a young businesswoman.

Some of the other Mums and students turned to look, and out of the Antipodean throng of diphthongs shrinking under the chainsaw-like attack of a nasal twang, someone said in a beautiful plummy voice with vowels as round as ripe cherries.

“Gosh, you look awfully good.”

The place stopped. Everyone turned to look at the Brit who had snuck into the Kiwi school uniform shop. Even I half turned to look. Until Dark Princess scoffed.

“Mum, you’re not in England now!”

I guess England has changed me after all.

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  • Looking for Blue Sky

    How did that happen? 22 years in Ireland and I still speak Dagenham! (And I grew up in Wales…)

    • vegemitevix

      I guess Dagenham is hard to shift? ;-) I’m a mimic which is slightly unfortunate at times because I have been known to mimic people’s accents back to them. Whoops!

  • expatmum

    Ha ha ha. I bet your accent didn’t sound British, but your words certainly did. And thank god we don’t have to bother about uniforms.

    • vegemitevix

      I’m not sure where Princess Kate came from I don’t even speak like that!

  • http://www.insearchofalifelessordinary.com Russell V J Ward

    You’ll never beat the Basingstoke out of me. 10 years and counting ;-)

    • vegemitevix

      Though there’s possibly a cream somewhere Russ. ;-)

  • http://www.wanderingsheila.com/ Cathy

    I love this post Vix. The secondary school here does have second-hand uniforms, but it was not widely publicised.

    • vegemitevix

      Huh, that’s interesting isn’t it Cathy. Do you think that’s because it’s seen to be charity or something? Is it an English thing? Hmm, I wonder.

      • http://www.wanderingsheila.com/ Cathy

        No idea. Maybe, but that seems strange as there are so many charity shops here and they are full of stuff. This post also reminds me of when we lived in Italy and I wanted to give away some barely used items of clothing to friends for their children, and my husband said that second hand clothes are looked down on. I think people are starting to accept them though.

  • http://twitter.com/NikkiMoff Nikki

    God I miss school uniforms – after complaining about buying, mending and losing various pieces of them throughout the school year I would do anything to have them back in my life right now. My kids not so much. Go figure….

  • http://twitter.com/Michelloui TheAmericanResident

    Great post! The surprise at your own accent made me chuckle. We have a second hand uniform shop at my daughter’s school (in the UK) but the school changes the uniform every 5 years (they’re havng an identity crisis) so we never seem to get the timing right. As a result, daughter often has a blazer too big and bouse too small or the other way around.