For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for August 18, 2014

Makes her look like a trench coat spy or something.

TOUGH COOKIE.

Looks OK to me…perhaps a different color, Elizabeth? ;)

Blame the GoComics colorist for the orange color.On the plus side, she could go trick or treating as a highway traffic cone.

Hint: canned peas (from yesterday):I have the feeling most who don’t like them, it’s because they were overcooked.Simmer: YesBoil: NoBoiling pretty much cooks the flavor out of them, leaving them all shriveled. If they’re shriveled, they’re overcooked.

Children need to be seen and not hurt in traffic hence bright yellow and orange.

Ellie’s reading lots into Elizabeth not liking a coat.

I’m amazed that my 4 (soon to be 5) yo grandson is so picky about what he wears and making sure it matches. The kid dresses better than I do.

Aw… Lizzie is going to Kindergarten (again) at exactly the same time as my youngest is going! Sniff! But mine lives in NC, USA, so no need to think about any coats for a few months yet (she is already over 4’ tall and probably will have grown another size by then :-) )

Mine will wear just about anything purple. Her older sister wears the pink. Her brother is about Michael’s age. It is all even more meaningful than it was the 1st time I read the strip.

Going to love this story line!

BTW, Lynn’s notes for today, sad and true-to-life (sorry, don’t know how to bold?):

My mother was a wonderful seamstress. She could make anything, which was a blessing because we couldn’t afford to buy much in the way of clothing. One year, she found several good quality raincoats at the Salvation Army store. She washed and ironed them, took them apart, and remade them into coats for my brother and me. They were attractive, stylish and beautifully finished. Nobody could tell they had been made from second hand fabric. Even though it looked good on me, I refused to wear mine — not because it was second hand, but because it wasn’t what the other kids were wearing. My mom was near tears but said nothing as I put on my blue cardigan. I never did wear that coat. This is one of the many nasty little things I did that I still regret. Guilt. Sometimes, it can last forever!

Any color works if you’re looking to complain.

In the 50s little coats called “toppers” — full-cut coats but abbreviated to the waist and with pockets — were the rage. My mother bought one for me in pink, also very big at the time. I HATED the style, and she SO wanted me to wear it so wear it (to church) I did. To this day I don’t like them, so does that mean our style-sense (good or bad) comes along really early?

Somd kids develop strong ideas about what they want to wear at a really young age. My sister was one of those, and never wanted to wear a coat at all (or a bike helmet – not ‘cool’). Too bad we lived in Pittsburgh, where winters can be rough. She’d end up with blue lips, but insisted her sweaters were all she needed. She drove us all nuts…

You must be seeing things that aren’t there; maybe, the background has something to do with it. The unenlarged strip image here is bit-for-bit identical to the one at the website link in my earlier comment.

CAN YOU BLAME HER??