She’s got my style, but her father’s sense of balance

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Sometimes you look at your children and think ‘what gene did that come from?’ Then there are other times when you know exactly where something originated.

When my youngest started looking like a cross between a refugee and an ’80s leftover, I recognised straight away where that came from – me and my excellent sense of style honed over a couple of decades.

Let her use her father’s balance genes, I’ll take my fashion ones to the sidelines and cheer her on

It’s based partly on Pretty In Pink and making your own clothes, partly on charity shops and whatever has been thrown out by someone else (I mean kindly donated) and partly on the one choice item which you buy new, love and wear into oblivion to pull the overall look together.

My youngest has inherited this admittedly bizarre style from me and she is using it to dress for rollerblading. But the sense of balance required is not from me – that’s from her ice hockey-playing father.

The rollerblading has taken off a storm ever since my daughter saw Whip It (a cracking movie) and decided to model herself on the lead character.

How could I refuse to take her to a roller disco when she discovered one? Though I was rather surprised that such a thing even exists (I thought they died out in the ’70s along with leg warmers and pixie boots).

It’s in Fareham and only costs a few pounds for skating and a few pounds more for skate hire if needed – which I did.

You know what? I was 12 once.Why wouldn’t I throw off a few decades and give it a whirl?

Here’s the thing about roller discos. When you step out of an ice arena with skates on it’s all okay, as suddenly there’s nothing slippy underfoot. When you step out of a roller arena, it’s still as bad. No, worse as there are chairs and people and drinks and tables in the way. And, in my case, no control whatsoever on wheels that just kept on rollin’.

I’m pretty sure it’s an excellent sport to firm up the buttocks and thighs.

But I think I’ll leave it to my daughter. Let her use her father’s balance genes, I’ll take my fashion ones to the sidelines and cheer her on.