Guinastasia,
In case you’re interested…
The outfit the Indian lady was wearing sounds like a Salwar Kameez. A long tunic shirt over close fitting pants. The scarf is called an Orhna. You can find that type of fabric as well as ready made clothes at any Indian fabric/sari stores. A well stocked store will also carry accessories and jewelry. It’s insanely hot where I live so I stock up on cotton saris to wear during the summer. Very comfortable and very cool.
G.
I was a true Southern child of the 70s. Until the age of 5, I had a pair of denim overalls with the logo, donkey, and ears of corn from HeeHaw emblazed all over them. I loved the show, but were those things ugly. Even at that age, I knew they were stupid looking.
I wore them to pre-school one day, our lunch was beanie-weenies. Just after lunch, my dad picked me up and brought me home. I started complaining of a stomach ache, so he gave me some Pepto-Bismol and made me lay down for a nap. A short time later, I’m trying to crawl out of bed to run to the bathroom. I don’t make it, upcomes the beanie-weanies, Kool-Aid, and Pepto, all over my overalls. That was the end of the ugly HeeHaw overalls.
A few years later, I saw a very large woman at a church picnic wearing a pair just like them. She made me queasy to look at.
As to the OP.
Audrey Hepburn’s black and white Ascot dress in My Fair Lady
Marlene Dietrich in The Blue Angel
My favourite “wore it till it fell apart” outfit:
My 1930’s vintage silk two piece. Mint condition. Ivory, short sleeve, mother-of -pearl button, button up shirt. Scarlet “palazzo” pants with ivory embroidery at the scalloped hems. It looked like something Ginger Rogers would wear to practice with Fred Astaire. I looked and felt gorgeous in it.
Thank you, plnnr, for this wonderfully funny description!
That’s cruel and unusual punishment. If they’re gonna make you wear a school uniform, it should at the very minimum be cotton. And what kind of school puts a kid in brown-tones?
from one primate to another
-Sue
homo sapiens sapiens
beings so full of wiseness, we have to rub it in
What makes my brother’s ensemble all the more funny is that he was (and remains) a VERY handsome guy and that he actually modelled for awhile (he was in Esquire and also did a small spread in Playgirl, of all things). To see him in a really nicely cut, hand-made English suit and then compare that to the monstrosity he wore to his prom … like I said, worth the price of admission to my parent’s Christmas party.
Darren McGavin’s seersucker (sp?) suit from Kolchak: The Night Stalker.
Thanks! The silk was just the most beautiful material I have ever seen. I was practically drooling.
Crunchy Frog doesn’t pop into the boards as often as he used to. I’m just now seeing this thread. So for anyone not at the last ChiDope, here’s a link to the Mood Jacket.
Giant Dancing Vagina.
never mind.
I love the Mood Jacket! I simply must have one.
A top I bought for a Halloween costume. Pink leopardskin with darker pink lace trim on the neckline, hem and cuffs. Very low v neck. Small blue fabric roses around the neckline. Five dollars and worth every cent.
I’m going as Slutty Barbie.
First day of ninth grade, September 1968 - I was going to make a statement, by golly. I had a pink dress, pink socks, and a pink hat that was a knock-off of the Carnaby Street style that was very popular in the 60s - 6 triangular panels that poofed out, narrow brim in front, button on top, plus a pink purse. As it happened, it rained that day, but I had a pink “raincoat” that folded up to fit in your pocket - made of the same plastic as cleaners used. Anyone care to venture a guess why I didn’t date in high school??
Thankfully, there were no photos - but that stage in my life, my mom tired of “first-day-of-school” pics.
Earlier I posted about the horrific outfit my brother wore to his high school prom in 1973. It sticks with me as the most ghastly sartorial statement ever made by Man. I’ll now tell you about the best:
My parent were married in 1954. My father was a strapping 6’4", 200 pound, blonde haired, blue eyed Paul Newman look-alike. My mother was 5’0" tall and weighed about 100 pounds soaking wet (my grandmother had a belt made for her as a graduation present and it is only about 20" around). She had coal black hair, brown eyes and looked for all the world like Audrey Hepburn in “Sabrina.” In short, they were just stunning to look at. Central casting couldn’t have found you a more representative couple of “Mid 1950s Young Couple In Love.”
The last photo in their wedding album has them coming down the porch steps of my grandmother’s house on their way to their honeymoon. Daddy is wearing a blue serge suit with a white shirt and deep maroon tie and WHITE BUCKS. Mother is wearing a deep blue A-line dress with white pumps, white gloves, and is carrying a deep blue clutch purse. The joy in their faces, and the whole vision of a promising, loving, happy life together, stretching out before them, is absolutely priceless. You can tell that they are walking on air - that this is the happiest day of either of their lives. I love that picture and when they’re gone I’m going to have it framed and placed in a prominent place in my home.
The best part about it is that they are as in love now, if not more so, and you can feel it just being around them. They have grown together and have become one organism - RobertandShirley. Everyone should be so lucky to have someone in their life that loves them as much as my parents love each other.
I had some pretty loud clothes in high school, most of which were made to order by my mom. My favorite pair of pants was made of black and white checkered cloth, with each square having crazy, swirly patterns in the opposite color. The right leg had the squares aligned vertically, while the left leg had them aligned diagonally. A friend of mine said he had to look away when I was walking or his eyes would hurt. I also had a bunch of shirts in combinations of flourescent blue, pink, orange, and green, with sharks, turtles, circles, or squares.
Five words:
Oh, and the most appalling word of all:
Mine.
:eek:
In a thrift store, back in the mid-eighties, I happened upon the one item that would define my fashion sense for years, and cause no end of comment upon said fashion sense.
Imagine if you will, a jacket. A large jacket. Large even on me, and I’m large. Okay, now imagine it in yellow… not quite bright, but not subtle, either. A good, almost-light yellow.
Now imagine it covered in black and white plaid. Large, black and white plaid. Very large.
It was cashmere, with silk lining.
I loved that jacket.
The man (Oh, I don’t know-should I say transgender? Is that the right term) came in again-black tight peasant top, HUGE fake opal ear bobs, white shorts-PANTYHOSE and tons of glitter. He wears way too much glitter.
And who the hell wears shorts with pantyhose?
Sheesh! MAKE OVER TIME!!!
Devon Street in Chicago. If you go down there, you’ll see hundreds of people in things just like that, and the shops that sell the fabric.
It’s very hard to go down there and not spend at least $100.
A drag queen. Shorts over pantyhose is just about the deadest giveaway there is.
I was in an online transgender chat once when somebody actually asked “what kind of pantyhose should I wear with shorts?” The responses were amusing.