When I look back at my baby photos I am quite appalled at how badly dressed I was.

All the colours seemed to be really dark and dull, everything had at least some velvet in it and tartan or sailor suits were the preferred choices.

That’s even before I talk about my hair, which my mother seemed to see as a project of hers, despite having no official hairdresser training, the consequence being a very wonky fringe and haphazard layers.

I have vowed to dress my child better but all I hear from my mum was that these clothes (not the hairstyles) were fashionable in the 80s when I was a kid. What if my child looks back at their baby photos in 25 years time as mortified as I am at what their evil mother made them look like?

And while some of the clothes out now seem hilarious to me, perhaps as this new generation grow up it’ll turn swiftly into that awful adult humour that’s only worthy of a cringe.

I saw a babygro a little while ago with black and white stripes across it and the words ‘been inside for nine months’ written on the front.

There’s a top with the three arrow recycle sign which says ‘made from recycled genetic material’.

And the best — a t-shirt with ‘I only cry when ugly people hold me’ emblazoned across the front.

Thing is I am tempted to dress my child in some of these clothes. I find them hilarious. But am I going to be hated by my child when they grow up and see the photographic evidence? Am I going to join this never-ending cycle of fashion disaster dressing when it comes to our children?

Well, whatever happens I won’t be putting them in sailor suits. Velvet maybe.