OK, not what you were expecting but Dad loved wearing his dungarees. They suited his lifestyle pottering around in the garden, fixing a lawnmower or pulling apart the Whipper-Snipper which wouldn’t start. He couldn’t accept it was because he didn’t have the strength anymore to get it going. Now his beloved dungarees have a special place in his old cedar chest which I’ve inherited.
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I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”
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Lovely! Got one like that haha😊 same color and love wearing it too
In the late 1970s I had a pair of light blue denim ones and loved wearing them as well.
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My Dad too lived in his Bib n Brace overalls in summer it was singlet and shorts. Memories.
Lovely.
Aww, that’s sweet.
janet
I could have taken a photo of his woolly undies they’re classic!
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