Always remember my mother huffing and puffing and saying, when are these b...........going to make left handed scissors lol.
She used to sow a lot, cloths etc, thrashing away on the old Singer, foot pedal job.
LOL, I must have been around 2-3yrs old and I think she made them, shorts, but sort of overalls, as the front would come up to your chest, then straps over your shoulders, braces really.
WELL,....the excitement
, they had pockets, oh woooooooow.
I could carry all these nuts and bolts and thing a me bob's, like 10 Xmas's all at once.
LOL, one time,.....our chooks by the time I arrived, number 7, just run wild and finding where they laid their eggs was a mission.
Some used to sleep at night up in the roof rafters of the cow shed.
Quite away away from the house,....so I would walk over there through ground infested double gee's, bare footed and look for eggs.
Sometimes they were in the bales, where the cows would come in for their milking, feed etc.
I found one, yaaaaaaaaaaa, and placed it in my precious pocket, proud as punch and off I run, the faster you run, the less prickles was the thought
, and guess what
, the egg didn't make it lol.
Oh s.....
Needless to say, those shorts weren't going to be with me for that day.
I think somewhere there is a pic of me wearing them, sitting on the front verandah of the Old Back Shack.
I think it's the youngest pic of me, might dig it up and try posting for a laugh at some time.
Never did find out why, there was no baby ones of me, perhaps the stork delivered me, partially made 2-3 yr?
