it used to be posh but now it ain't

Mr_Skint_2

Posh for me was owning my own Hankerchief.

Gingham_Ribbon

brokenwings wrote:

i used to think tupperware was posh

my mates mom used to have a blue tupperware milk jug, a green lettuce spinner (lol ), and they used to have tupperware beakers in several colours, with lids on to take drinks to school! i used to take mine in an empty little pop, squash or even medicine bottle!

You got the best deal! My brother and I both had one of them and they always leaked on our school books!

WelshByrd

Davidboy wrote:

Got our first phone when I was about 13, but it was on a party line, had to press the button to connect phone, that's if the other party had remembered to put the phone down properly, so had to pop over the road and ask them to put their receiver down.

OMG I remember the party line button!
Our phone was a horrible mustard colour.

Sofa_Sogood

Loving this thread

Wine used to be posh (child of the fifties :eek: ) lol.

The only time I ever saw wine when I was (relatively) old enough to drink was what was known as "Wine from the Wood".

People took their own wine bottles to the off-license and it was filled from a barrel. Lord knows what was put into it, or where it even came from but after trying it, it took me years and years to even look at a glass of wine again

johannamse

Truly excellent thread...

Whoever reminded me about saying "Hello, Byfleet 34564, Johanna speaking", made me crack up.

Another...Sara Lee Chocolate Gateaux and OMG Soda Stream (mentioned many times).

Gingham_Ribbon

Oooo soda stream! Talk about luxury living! I still think the bottles were lovely!

pandas66

Been having a think, what was so posh to me was having a grown up swimming bag. I went from having the square plastic 'school' bag to a carrier as the school one was babyish for me in my teens but didn't have a replacement so I had to use a carrier, which was never even a 'good' shop. I longed to ditch the co-op bag for a sophisticated marks bag!
Posh for me was having more than 1 pair of shoes! (sob,sob) I only had school shoes for weekend.
Posh not mending clothes to 'last', not buying clothes 7 sizes to big as they 'last', and not having clothes passed on as they can still 'last' and have more wear in them.
I remember Mum getting a vaccumn cleaner, Mums friends came in to see it!
We were so hard done to, I'm calling NSPCC right away. My Dad was a bin man (the shame) till I was about 10 and then he made the big time and got a job at BAC (as was), times changed then.

Jay-Jay_4

All the usual ones like central heating, double glazing and showers. Fitted bedroom furniture, especially white with gold trim and handles.....that was my dream :rolleyes:.

I went to quite a posh school but my Mum and Dad are...well.....ahem..... old style :rolleyes:

White fluffy towels instead of brown and orange tatty, frayed towels that were washed in cheapo washing powder (without fabric softener) and dried on the line so that they took half your skin off when you eventually plucked up the courage to get out of your Dads secondhand bathwater in the freezing cold, mouldy, orange bathroom.

Nice coloured fluffy carpet rather than the brown and orange flat stuff that we had. In fact any furnishings that weren't dark brown patterned which I think was my Mums defence against the dark arts (cleaning).

Proper fires that actually heated the room up. Those living flame ones that you just pushed a button and flames appeared then the room was warm instead of having to wait for your Dad to come in and build a fire, then waiting 3 hours for the ice to melt on the end of your nose. Then having to keep jumping out of the way as bits of burning wood hurtled past you and landed on the carpet. The trick was to grab the little shovel and chuck the big bits back in the fire, while the little bits got jumped on to put them out. Why did my school mates not have big burn holes in their carpet?

My friend's family lived in their back room where everything was brown and orange, they had a melamine dining table squashed behind the sofa and it was always really dark...BUT.... their front room had a pale green fluffy carpet, a pale green velvet sofa, coasters and a PIANO. It was so posh that even THEY never went in there

purplegirluk1

I was born in the early eighties and I remember thinking that it was really posh to have a VCR, we had a betamax (sp?) way after you couldn't buy tapes for it any more. I remember it being taken to the tip just three years ago when we moved house.

My brother also had an in car phone, it was massive and had a cord and everything. I though it was amazing.

Mcdonalds birthday parties were the height of fashion when I was at primary school, the best part was being chosen to go with the birthday girl/boy and have a tour of the kitchen area and get a milkshake! I'm a veggie now so I look back on my party days and wonder what was quite so exciting about this after all??

Not buying your clothes from Kays was also very posh. Everything I wore was from that catalogue. I am sure that is the reason that my Mum now loves marks and spencers, she spent years wearing the nylon wonders of Kays and now she can afford it everything she buys in from M and S!

New cars were also brilliant. We had old bangers until I was about 15, they came in a range of awful colours like brown, orange, puke green etc and had a life span of about a year each. We once had one stolen and the people that took it actually bought it back the next day! They probably figured they would get caught cos it was prone to breaking down and stuck out like a sore thumb around all the beautiful new cars around at the time.

Gingham_Ribbon

Jay-Jay wrote:

White fluffy towels instead of brown and orange tatty, frayed towels that were washed in cheapo washing powder (without fabric softener) and dried on the line so that they took half your skin off when you eventually plucked up the courage to get out of your Dads secondhand bathwater in the freezing cold, mouldy, orange bathroom.

Nice coloured fluffy carpet rather than the brown and orange flat stuff that we had. In fact any furnishings that weren't dark brown patterned which I think was my Mums defence against the dark arts (cleaning).:D

I take it you grew up in the 70s too! :rotfl:

I remember everything being brown and orange too. Except my parents' room which was bright purple and swirly. Ah the 60s!

We had a round orange light shade hanging from the ceiling that the budgie used to sit on for hours. One day it fell on the floor. The budgie had been pecking the stitching round the top and all that was left was the plastic ring the fabric had been attached to and a very smug looking bird, looking at its handy work!