Well, Helen, as a girl who wore a housey coat, they were kind of fun, but as with all things, you soon got used to them. As I recall there are some minor design "issues":
1. The bottom of them got soaked and muddy when it rained. This meant that our socks got filthy - and these
were the days of yellow (or grey) socks lasting two or sometimes three days.
2. The length meant having to adopt a sort of Monty Python-esque silly walk when going upstairs (particularly if you were taking the stairs more than one at a time).
3. They have two pocket holes because breeches have two pockets (as far as I know, not that I
ever went near enough a boy to verify, you understand!

), while the girls' lovely pleated skirts have only one - on the right by the fastener. Thus the girls always had one cold hand!
3. They were heavy and ought to have been warm, but the blo0dy great split up the front (and that pesky extra pocket hole) meant any slight breeze felt arctic and an extra jumper was usually required - and in order for non-uniform tops not to show while you walked, that meant... *tucking them in* ... the shame, the shame!
I wonder whether wearing civvies a lot more has taken the fun out of the very gentle rebellion of wearing forbidden clothing under housey coats for those of us not inclined to wade through nettles?
