My Brownie Uniform

After reading about Madras&Pearls' post on her Brownie uniform which raised the question...is a Brownie uniform preppy?  I started thinking about my childhood pastime...earning badges.  Yes, I was a keener and set out to have more than anyone else in the history of Brownies and I was convinced Baroness Baden-Powell would come and give me a new badge she made just for me.  I had a rich fantasy life as a child!

The Brownie Law

1. A Brownie obeys and respects her elders.
2. A Brownie thinks of others before herself.
3. A Brownie tells the truth.
4. A Brownie is neat and tidy.
5. A Brownie is thrifty.
6. A Brownie plays and works cheerfully.

We should all live by these rules!

This is what my uniform looked like.  It is important to note I have a closet full of shirt dresses that look almost identical in every colour imaginable, for summer and winter.  I have to say I think my Brownie uniform was preppy!  My arms had two orange stripes as I was a Sixer and had two gold bars.  I cant remember if my six was named the Pixies or the Sprites but apparently I made a good leader as girls I don't even remember will send me messages on Facebook saying they remember I was their Sixer.

No, this isnt me but this is exactly what my uniform looked like!  It is from a blog about the death of Guiding in Canada.  We learned how to tie the perfect scarf knot in Brownies, left over right and under, right over left and under.  It's a reef/square knot, very handy in lots of circumstances.

I remember when I first joined I was so excited - we were not allowed to be Brownies until we passed a test, I googled and found we were called Tweenies but that name doesnt ring a bell for me, I will have to ask my mom if we were called something else.  We had to learn the basics and then we had a lovely little ceremony around the toadstool and we were called up in front of our families to be Brownies.  I remember the lights were dimmed and we had a little fake fire we sat around for the ceremony.  At the end of the ceremony we were taken by a Sixer to join our new group.  I get warm fuzzies just thinking about it!

Oh...and the cookies.  You know I was hell bent on selling more cookies than anyone else and I would march up and down my street in my Brownie uniform going door too door selling those cookies like nobody's business!  No,  I didnt care that I might've been infringing on another Brownie's 'turf'.  Maybe they should've been up and at 'em at 9am on Saturday morning to get the job done!

When my years as a Brownie were done I made my wings out of wire hangers, a pair of nylons and some glitter and had my 'flying up' ceremony and moved on to Guides.  I had no interest in going to Guides but I put in a couple of years before I couldn't stand to do it anymore.  If I could've stayed in Brownies I might still be there!  The uniform might be a bit short but just think of the hundreds of badges I would have by now!  The Broken Heart badge, The Driving badge, The Mixing Martinis (casually called the Vermouth badge) badge, The Marriage badge, The Mortgage badge, The Childbirth badge...and so many more!  I would need more arms!


Have a fabulous day!