Wednesday, February 15, 2017

T13--ladies only--mostly


Ah, the memories:



1. full body girdles with stocking grippers (remember the dents?) to hold the nylons up

2. "are my seams straight?"

3. two inch heels for everything--even teachers, nurses and waitresses wore them

4. "mules" and yes they had heels too

5. lipstick came in two basic colors:  red and pink, and when you were 16 you were allowed some.

6. if you colored your hair (it was called "dyed" back then) you never told anyone

7. home perms with little pink plastic clips and curl papers

8. homes for wayward girls (and it was ALWAYS her fault, right)

9. dress-up to go Christmas shopping, to the movies, even to  the doctor

10. you wore blue jeans or slacks only at home and skirts to go out in public

11. I had a Golden Book (flip book), one side was "Just like Mommy" and the other side was "Just Like Daddy."  grrrr.

12. real glass in your eyeglasses

13. little metal perforated curlers with a hinge that usually pulled out a chunk of hair when you took them out

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14 comments:

  1. Garter belts! I had the curlers and perms and the white bucks.

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    1. we didnt wear white bucks, it was saddle shoes and penny loafers for school and white sneakers (that we 'cleaned' with white shoe polish) for gym and play.
      garter belts, yeah, but the 'grown up' ladies still wore full body armor, running into one of those was like hitting a wall. They weren't, they were told, supposed to 'jiggle".

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  2. I'm quite glad to be done with all of this, but particularly the real glass. Too heavy.

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    1. morning, Alice. I wore glasses from age seven, and I managed to break every damn pair. That glass was dangerous. And my eyes changed so fast, they would fit me out with a stronger pair than I needed and by the end of the year I was barely able to see the board again.
      There is that about cataract surgery, you sometimes, for the first time in your life, have almost perfect vision.

      I don't miss any of it, and when you think about it, women were still totally constricted, if you look at the clothes we 'had' to wear, and how much time was spent on it all.

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  3. sounds like my childhood ??

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    1. and mine. There was a lot of discomfort, and outright pain, involved in 'looking pretty" for daddy or your boyfriend. We sort of accepted it as the sort of thing you did, pain and all.

      Oh I forgot one. Those dreadful latex rubbery corsets that you had to powder to get into. lol. Pink. And on a hot day, they must have been hell on wheels to wear.

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  4. Hee hee these made me smile, and brought back memories for me but I can't be old enough!!!

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    1. Neither am I, Becky. =) Much of this was before I was old enough to 'indulge' but the ads in the magazines fascinated me, and my mother had one of those pink latex corsets. By the time I reached corset age they had evolved into panty girdles and garter belts. Thank heaven.

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  5. Ahhh... Those were the days, eh?

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    1. Look at all you missed, Mr. L.

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  6. Long ago stuff. Glad most of it is gone, myself. Although I think we have too many choices - maybe just red and pink was a good thing.

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    1. There's not a thing in there that I miss, and if you think about it, most of that stuff required a high tolerance for pain, discomfort, and wincing.
      I don't mind the color choices we have, and most of them, anyway, are for much younger women who can handle shiny green eyeshadow (eek) and brown lipstick. Their mothers, however, just close their eyes and sigh.

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  7. I remember it all. I remember the ration of stink that some of my classmates, girls, got when their boyfriends got them preggers, too.

    I still like mules and platforms but can't break the only neck I have,alas, so don't wear them anymore.

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    1. I hear that, Zippi. Now they just shrug and bring the baby home. I think it's a lot kinder, all things considered. And oh, all those hasty marriages, five days after graduation.

      In college, girls were sent there to get them away from the boyfriend (and expensive and needless attempt), so they would come home over Christmas break, get seriously pregnant, and get what they wanted in the first place.
      I always thought the parents could have given them a nice wedding with the money they had spent on a year of college...

      I never liked mules, and spike heels and I parted company decades ago. My feet could barely tolerate them anyway, why suffer.

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