once upon a time in a mudbrick castle four little girls played
one year apart from each other,
one of those blended families as they call them these days.
living in the bush meant clothing was a haphazard affair
warm stuff in winter if you could get it on them
but summer meant ditching clothes and running naked more often than not
or wearing only a ‘kirt or a string of beads
but underpants ,
well lets face it they are very tricky with the whole bladder training thing that goes on.
when you have to go you have to go, best if there is nothing in the way.
so we had a rule
and it was
going to town today so undie up girls.
no undies no going out.
sometimes there were grumbles and sometimes they couldn’t find them
and sometimes they squabbled over what belonged to who
but gradually they got the hang of it.
this morphed into “ dress ups “ followed with costumes and wearing ‘grown up’
high heels lipstick jewels clips bows and nail polish
all too soon modesty kicked in and appearance mattered
fitting in with ‘the norm’ became important
and to tell the story of the no undie years brought a blush to their cheeks.