PollyWollyDoodle wrote: »
Right, I’ve poured the wine - home-made, of course as it’s wartime!
I’ve mentioned elsewhere that my aim for this year is to tackle UFOs, some knitting, some sewing, some other crafts - and quite a few of these are clothing. I’m fine if I see a project through to completion, but I’m absolutely terrible at stopping something and then restarting it. I’m really going to try to overcome this.
First step, I’m going to get all the UFOs out (a bit like the Marie Kondo method) and decide which of them I love enough to complete. Any that I don’t think I will use or wear even if they were finished, will have to go.
Next step is to take the ones I’m keeping, and log what is left to be done, whether I need any more materials, and what actions are needed. After that, I’m going to try and allocate one project a month. If I finish one, I’m allowed to start something new (that needlecord I bought last year has already had coupons accounted for, and was intended to make a skirt that I badly need in my wardrobe).
I really want to end this year without lots of guilt-inducing failures stuffed in my wardrobe. And with a slightly smaller stash of yarn and fabric ...
diminua wrote: »
*shuffles in the door late* Ooh, is that cake?
I'm in again for this year please, with 7 coupons or possibly 10 to carry forward. I'm debating whether to return one item.
I wonder what the returns policy was like at the time? Presumably if the retailer had already sent your coupons on to wherever they went (the wholesaler? The board of trade?) they were non-recoverable, and although that probably wasn't something they did that same day I can imagine deep sighs if they had to dig yours out again for you.
I have no idea what the legal situation was during the war but I suspect you tried things on in the shop before buying and then couldn't change your mind!
thriftwizard wrote: »
I'm not too sure about that; my mother tells the tale of her first independent purchase, with her first wage packet - which would have been in 1944 or 5 - when she bought a drop-dead glamorous red wool suit. Her grandmother, who'd brought her up, took one look at it, announced she wasn't having a "scarlet woman" in the house, and made her take it back & exchange it for a baggy grey number instead, more suitable for a small-town solicitor's secretary. So there must have been some way of returning/exchanging things back then.
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