That Classic 70s Look
But first, a brief aside. I’ve just tracked down a picture of Simon from around that time…
Simon and Libby
The eagle-eyed reader I mentioned in the previous post will doubtless have noticed he’s with the same girl as Yaya (in a earlier picture).
This is no coincidence. Libby also has a part to play in the story. Not least because she too was not on the bus.
I’ll explain later. Meanwhile, feel free to let your eyes linger on the sumptuous clothing styles of the early seventies, and reflect on the possibility that home-made ponchos were once very much in fashion.
That used to be my mum’s blanket, now I come to think of it…
Simon and Libby
The eagle-eyed reader I mentioned in the previous post will doubtless have noticed he’s with the same girl as Yaya (in a earlier picture).
This is no coincidence. Libby also has a part to play in the story. Not least because she too was not on the bus.
I’ll explain later. Meanwhile, feel free to let your eyes linger on the sumptuous clothing styles of the early seventies, and reflect on the possibility that home-made ponchos were once very much in fashion.
That used to be my mum’s blanket, now I come to think of it…
posted by Mark Gamon at 1:21 pm
15 Comments:
Maybe homemade ponchos made of blankets were very fashionable in the early seventies? My sisters and I were the coolest children on the Australian east coast when we wore our turquoise terry-towelling made-by-Mum-from-a-bedspread ponchos to the beach. Oh, yes.
Is Bertha going to have soft furnishings? I'm hoping for tapestry cushions, but all you drug-addled hippies... I'm worried you won't be thinking about interior design when you finally trundle onto the bus-truck.
This just in from Simon:
Hippies. Do you think I would piss on your patchouli, keep it unreal.
Which was about what I was expecting. I'll buy him a drink sometime and try to extract some equally pertinent facts...
Deirdre - cushions you may get. Tapestry, I dunno. Depends what you're on at the time, I suspect...
aahhh, ponchos, I remember those.
Beaded curtains, there must be beaded curtains and bean bag chairs...
Why is everybody getting so hung up on the soft furnishings?
Deirdre you are psychic. Tapestry you will get! As well as the rich tapestry of life.
But I need to fill in a few details to add to the local colour before Simon gets involved as things will become heated and messy when he does.
Deirdre, my apologies, I see you are in this neck of the woods too.
Talking of woods - what's that thing behind Simon? A turret? Folly? Tree House? You could only see something like that in the back of a picture like this.
Libby....Libbylibbylibby, just say no next time.
Simon's going to be a problem, isn't he? (Just a rude observation.)
And yay for beaded curtains, Broomhilda. I loved those things: it was like a little massage as you walked through, and the tinkly noise and everything. Excellent idea. Plus the bean bag chairs. I think you should be in charge of decorating.
And no problem, Caroline. I'd forgive you just about anything, seeing you're in New Zealand (the most beautiful country in the universe). Australia has to keep beating you at cricket because we're ashamed of the size of our so-called mountains.
(Yaya - I'm scared of the rich tapestry of life. Plain would be just fine at the moment, thanks. And obviously Mark has no feeling for fabric. I vote he plays no part in choosing the cushions.)
Cushions? We had CUSHIONS??????
Re the building in the background, I have no idea. I wish I did. Hang on - I'll ask around...
deirdre,
My mum hated the beads, for the same reason you and I loved them. Of course, she also hated the black light and could never get out of the bean bag chair, and never grasped the idea of textures. The feel of natural fabrics and velvet. Mum was strange.
Someone trying to get out of a bean bag chair was always good to watch, broomhilda. A bit of a lurch, a wriggle, trying to grip the floor with their feet... then finally they realise it's all too much trouble, and give up and stay there. Pffft!! (that was the settling-in-to-stay-there noise)
Oh, the memories... Except I don't know what the black light was.
Funny. I was under a black light just yesterday. in a white suit...
Glow in the dark Mark, lol. Was there a lava lamp there as well?
D - I loved that Pffft sound!
he black light - would make white and certain neon colored objects glow, esp. when the other lights were turned off.
Ohh... Groovy. (Thanks!)
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