Week 24. Clothes.
It’s amazing how styles have changed since I was born in 1967. I remember rompers and granny dresses. Lot’s of flow-ey garments and big flowery patterns. I particularly remember a special pair of bell bottom pants. They were white with big flowers all over them.
Sadly, bell bottoms + bike spokes = cut-off shorts. I can still picture that that sad day with Mom coming at me with giant scissors as I cried and whined, while pinned to my bicycle by the enormous pieces of material at the bottom of my pants.
I also remember the long granny dresses with patterns and bows. I think they were easy to sew, as I had many of them that my family made for me. My cousin and I would frolic around on holidays in granny dresses that didn’t exactly match, but were granny enough so that we were sure we were attired in coordinating high fashion.
As I came to my pre-teen years, the fashion turned to Ditto jeans with satin jackets and gaucho pants with butterfly tops. I dabbled in those fashions briefly before finding my niche in the punk rock realm of fashion. I remained dressed by thrift stores and found clothing (almost everything black) until suddenly I found myself working a professional job wearing professional clothing.
And now I sport what I deem 40-something Mom Wear. Pants, a shirt and some comfortable shoes. Details don’t matter as long as I’m: a) adequately covered; b) comfortable. Not necessarily in that order. No clue how it happened.
Here are some Snapshots Through the Ages:
|You know it's the '70s when you are excited about the poncho you got for Christmas.|
|Granny dress example. I believe this was first day of Kindergarten.|
|Cindy and I posing in our Fancy Pants|
|Overalls? Really? Come on...|
|Bandana around the neck? Really? Come on...|
|Graduation from high school. Wore a hat to cover up the shaved head.|
|Soon after we met. (how can it be almost 30 years ago???)|
|Our 1 year anniversary. August 1989.|
|2010 Christmas at Disneyland|