When my sister was about two and I was eleven Mum began taking the matching to new heights (lows?). She decided to save money by making our clothes. I particularly remember the purple crocheted dress with matching white pom-poms. Sister being a tiny, dark-headed moppet looked quite sweet in her purple outfit; I, being at that skinny, gangly, knees-too-big for-legs stage looked hideous.
Fortunately Mum got fed up with this new hobby and I was able to have clothes like normal people.