Do. Not. Miss. This Link. This picture is just a sample of what's on Diana's blog. Some modern archaeologist found a 70s JC Penny Catalogue. I can attest to the fact that these "garments" were out there. NOT for the faint of heart. It's all true. I was *there.*
St. Fiacre's Garden: *LOVE* those GROOOOOVY 70's!
or "How to get your a$$ kicked six times between now and Sunday"
I'm not even going to pretend this one has anything to do with religion. I have to admit it would be no end of fun to send something from this catalogue to a relative who insists everyone do a family gift exchange!
(Somehow "they" missed the all baby blue male dinner jacket ensemble. Mostly seen on hip 16 year old prom trotters.)
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I was a wee bit too young to wear these fashions, although we wore overalls, Nike's with the red swoosh, those goofy combs sticking out of our back pockets, Lee corduroys with the rounded pockets, Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, the off-white cream colored knit vests, etc.
I just missed the disco era (I was alive but too young to be in the clubs) so I survived the 70s with some sanity and self-respect intact. Then came the 80s.......
Yuuuuck. That is scary. I had double knit polyester pants. I actually wore them under my school jumper. How pretty is that?
Well, that brings back unpleasant memories. What an awful time for fashion.
Sorry to hear youwere (are?) sick! Must have been that chasibule. Think they got it out of this catalog????
I can't think of any other period where fashion wise it was so utterly bad. Men and women. Those of you who were in HS or college or early adulthood in those "halcyon years of bad taste" probably had the gut reaction of having the stomach churn as we recognized if not ourselves, people, some of whom were/are near and dear to us. The worst of it is....I rather liked that beer barrell furniture. It's sooooooo.... how shall I say pink flamingoish. You almost secretly desire a set like that for your back patio. It BEGS for a beer keg, and 40 of your "Best friends" --- who bring their undesireable dates --- who will get into fistfights -- even the women -- and the neighbors will call the cops out four times. It can be called a successful party if at least two pieces of furniture are busted up -- preferrably over someone's head.
This will ensure the Weston-Smith-Egglantine-Farnsboroughs, who never liked you much anyway, forever duck in their house when they see you coming. They're afraid your Hell's Angel's buddies will come back if they look at you sideways.
I always have hated polyester, even then, but I have to admit to unearthing a few ugly knit sweater vests from high school. Thorn, I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me.
AA: I think when I took a picture of the chasuable I proved the existence of some primative Tiki Goddess that vestment was designed to conduct the rites thereof in.
[And if you followed the syntax on that last sentence please let me know!]
His/her/it's spirit must have reconstituted itself, because I've been hacking up green flem ever since. (Or is that TMI?)
Anyway....it's the perfect Chasuble to wear if you were going to sacrifice a pig! Pig with pineapple juice. On the "altar" you'd have six Tiki lanterns. Suspended above it you'd have a limbo pole, and your servers would be hula dancers. You'd have a cabana boy for your subdeacon.
I forgot about the combs in the back pocket!
Gem - you are too funny! I should see if I can resurrect some photos from that era - Mommy and Daddy were "it" in their LOUD patterned clothes. No wonder I only wear solids now!
I hate polyester too - makes me perspire!
Angela Absolutely. It was about 6 months after my mom died before I could pull myself together to sort through her wardrobe - i.e. toss/give away/ keep a few sentimental items. I had NO problem emotionally parting with 90% of her 70s stuff. No offense mom, everybody pretty much looked like that. In fact, I started on that FIRST. I should have donated some of it to the Smithsonian. Let's not let the 80s off either, for a while there I was ripping out all those damn shoulder pads...shudder.
[The more I think about that beer barrell ensemble -- the more I crave one....stop me before I search ebay.]
Polyester--ewwwww! I'm allergic to polyester--well at least an extreme aversion to the fabric. Yes, I did also wear the awful stuff--my skin just crawls thinking of this bad product. And yes, I did wear white polyester--ewwww. Thank God for Cotton!
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