My poor ex-mother in law met us at the airport in the early 70's to meet her first grandchild - she in immaculate hair and makeup drenched in gold and me in long hair down my back, jeans, sandals, ankle bracelets, a jacket make up of colourful patches and my babe in a baby backpack - she was horrified at this uncouth Canadian. I of course delighted in calling her garden her back yard.:floorlaugh:
On a side note, baby backpacks were unheard of in England. Once lady stopped me in the street to ask about it and said - oh she looks so sweet, like a little flower in a flower pot!