My Mom bought Turf Toter and I, these matching brown wool dresses, we hated them!
To this day, I can't stand anything around my neck. And I still remember the scratchy, itchy feeling of that wool.
Turf Toter got the worst of the deal, she had to wear hers, and then when I outgrew mine, she had to wear that one also.
She's the lovely brunette, and the baby was a new cousin.