My Dad has recently had a bit of a clear out at home, and decided it was time to trawl through the boxes and boxes of slides he had in the cupboard. We have had a lovely few weeks of going through them all and culled them down to about a hundred that we would like to have on CD for posterity. Mostly family snaps from when my brother and I were little ones. Apart from awwwing over how much our children resemble our youthful selves, a particular highlight has been checking out the fashions of the day.
The early 1970s were a fabulous time for style, as this photo of my mother shows:
Seriously chic, right? Just the right amount of colour, awesome paisley and other shots show that the dress was very fashionably mini.
So how did the daughter of someone with such taste and eye for beauty manage to end up in this ensemble? Terry towelling pants, rabbits knitted into jumper pattern and oh yes, I appear to be wearing a handknitted bonnet of some kind. All in the brightest of red and white. I was a massive St George fan (or the brainwashed child of a St George fan) so it is highly likely that I selected these clothes myself. If so, it seems the apple fell far far from the tree.
Oh wait – here’s a shot of Dad around the same time:
Genetics: they never work quite the way you want them to…(sorry Dad, but that photo is too good not to share with a wider audience.)
I can’t be the only one with such a brightly hued skeleton in her closet, so I’m laying down a challenge. What was the worst fashion faux pas of your childhood? Post it on your blog and link it here! Come on! Don’t leave me (and Henry the VIIIth in fishnets) here on our own!