Throwback Thursday #53 – It’s a Formal Affair #RememberWhen #TBT Memory

Having another go at Maggie and Laurens, Throwback Thursday challenge! This week it is Lauren at the helm!

This week’s prompt is: It’s a Formal Affair

This week, Lauren has gone for a slightly different approach and asked us to write about occasions where we had to dress up.

I am proposing a different way to write to the prompt today. Because we all had very diverse upbringings, I am going to list several reasons why you might get dressed up. Please feel free to add any occasion you had to get dressed up.

What were your special clothes like?  Did you get your hair done for the occasions? Was a mani-pedi part of the process? Were you instructed on how to behave? Did you have any input on the formal attire? Did you feel comfortable in your special outfit?

Please feel free to write about as many of the occasions you’d like to share. Pictures would be an awesome addition.

Lauren

Oh, my, dressing up was definitely a thing since we were constantly invited to different occasions and events, being from such a large family. I had an extensive collection of Indian outfits from a young age, (and still do!) which were pulled out to wear on any such occasion

Preparation as a child would have been washing face and hands, getting dressed, and then mum brushing my unruly mop of frizz into some semblance of tidiness, which was usually in two plaits!

As I got older, I would do my own hair, and have a go at simple makeup which was usually a bit of eyeliner and lipstick, with a spritz of Guerlain’s Samsara! That was my first grown-up perfume!

The addition of fancy jewellery and bangles was fun, too, and I would spend lots of time choosing my accessories!

But, despite all these times to get dolled up, for pre-wedding parties, weddings, receptions, birthday parties, dinners at different people’s homes, I longed for a different type of dressing up.

My school friends growing up, were all pretty much white, British girls, and we would go to each other’s birthday parties, wearing flouncy party dresses, and I’d have special ribbons in my hair.

Then they grew up. Or rather we all did, but I got a little left behind, seeing as they started getting dressed up to go out for the evenings, which was not something I was allowed to do.

I remember the first time I went to a ‘disco’ was on a school trip when we were 11 years old. I was so excited to wear my special rainbow dress and suede pixie boots! And to get dressed up with no mum!

When we all sat our GCSEs, that final year of formal school there was a Commemoration Ball, where the final year girls were invited, and you could bring a date (Well, no way was that going to happen!) and everyone was so excited about the ball dresses they were going to be wearing. I longed for that kind of princess look, which wasn’t going to happen…

But, at university, I was able to attend a couple of balls, and as I had grown up a bit by then, I was embracing my culture more, so to the first one, we all went in beautiful Indian outfits! And I did that for a few of them. At my Hubby Dearest’s end-of-year ball, I wore a more formal western dress, which sated my longing for a proper dress!

But I did get to look like a princess once, at least, on my own wedding day!

I wish I had the energy to find more photos but they are all in boxes and out of reach at the moment!

Dang! I missed it again yesterday and no doubt that will be the sign of things to come since I am back at school from Tuesday! Still, I hope you enjoyed it!

21 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. OIKOS™- Art, Books & more
    Aug 28, 2022 @ 21:43:25

    I love this post, and also the wonderful photo, Sis! You really should put all the photos out of the boxes, and make a wonderful online album. I count on you! :-)) xx Michael

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  2. SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️
    Aug 27, 2022 @ 14:16:11

    Lovely post :))

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  3. Marsha Ingrao (@MarshaIngrao)
    Aug 27, 2022 @ 06:16:30

    You look so beautiful, Rita. Great memories. I wore lots of second-hand clothes as a kid. I don’t think it bothered me. I got super excited over a pair of red tights in second grade. (It didn’t take much, I guess!) Thanks for sharing. Have a great weekend, Ritu. 🙂

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  4. willowdot21
    Aug 26, 2022 @ 21:37:12

    Lovely post and wonderful wedding photo 💜💜

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  5. Sadje
    Aug 26, 2022 @ 18:09:00

    Lovely wedding photo Ritu

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  6. Maggie
    Aug 26, 2022 @ 17:06:24

    It’s funny how we all long for what we do not have. I would have loved your traditional dress. It would have been so alluring to me. Your wedding photo is beautiful – you were a stunning bride. You both look so happy.

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  7. Lauren
    Aug 26, 2022 @ 14:47:07

    Thanks for joining in Ritu. Don’t give a moment’s worry about joining in on another day than Thursday. It doesn’t matter at all. Your wedding photo is beautiful. I think we all long for something we don’t have in our youth.

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  8. beth
    Aug 26, 2022 @ 12:42:10

    how beautiful-

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  9. joylennick
    Aug 26, 2022 @ 11:12:24

    What a lovely bride! xx Mine was much…earlier – aged nine and in my first Pantomime ‘Mother Goose’ dress (as a tiny dancer) in a large theatre while evacuated to Wales, UK – ‘made-up’ like a grown-up! Clothes, normally, were rationed: one summer dress made from cotton curtains…Peace arrived, and oh the joy of teenage years and ‘the New look’ with pretty dresses aplenty…Frothy petticoats and ‘peplums’: waist-hugging flounces. Later, borrowing Mum’s chic, fitted black jacket, I felt very chic and grown-up. And then my lace and tulle, appliqued wedding dress, aged twenty, when my husband told me I looked:”The bee’s knees…” Ah, such sweet memories. xxx

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