The swinging sixties,
the time I made my entrance into the world.
That is me on my christening day.
My god parents and their eldest son, with my parents and my two older sisters. My god parents are the parents of my life long friend Leonie.
1965 with my sisters.
I got my hands on this 1962 magazine and found it both intriguing and funny, and totally loved the fashion. Unfortunately the patterns are not there anymore, that would have been the ultimate find.
Amazing that even 50 odd years ago us females were still being tormented about weight! Apparently we just needed to have a good shit.
Lots of gorgeous feminine frocks.
The advertising was hilarious. I so worry about what my friends think about my loo, and my hair care when on holiday is not a fabulous up do like this one. And of course exercising outside in the fresh air keeps you slim! Duh!!
I love this frock. I remember when I was trying it on being told by a woman that it made me look bigger. Some people really need to engage their brain before their mouth. Anyway her opinion meant diddle squat to me and I purchased the glorious '60s frock.
The pleating and detail, the label, the fabric, the colours, all rather lovely thank you very much. Of course back in the sixties leggings would not have been worn and I seriously doubt a tattoo peeped out of a sleeve.
Talking of peeping, check out my nosy girls. Probably wondering what the hell I was up to and where was their breakfast!!
Peeping through shapes with my camera.
It was far to humid for a 3/4 sleeved frock and hair piece so I changed into this black and white outfit. Much cooler and just the ticket for a trip round the supermarket and a few of my favourite op shops.
3.5mtrs of satin printed quilted fabric for $7, two layering tops $2.50 each and the most funny little book about MEN!!
But does he really exist?
This is my lads,
they are at a Beer fest tonight!
and possibly quite true.
Lets just say a bit of lightening of hair went on this evening!
Me and my sister Helen in our Grandmas beautiful garden.
1967 I was 5 and she was 7.
And then there was the seventies!
Shorts and pig tails.