Okay, okay...it's not as bad as it looks, although it very much looks 70s...I hope.
My husband and I were "in costume." The girls' school had a fundraiser on the weekend that was also a costume party. The title: Peace, Love and Disco. Ah, yes, very Montessori (the type of school they go to) and very 70s. Dress was - theoretically - optional, but I'm not one to forgo the opportunity to dress up, alter my personality, walk on the wild side.
I just usually do it in the privacy of my office with my imaginary friends (I am an author, remember, not certifiable...I don't think). Saturday, I outed my nutty tendencies and dressed up for the real world.
Of course, I didn't plan the whole dressing up thing very well. There was no outlining involved. I winged it. Which meant that Saturday afternoon I had no clue what I was going to wear. It hadn't magically come to me. So I started telephoning around about two hours before said event trying to find something, ANYTHING, for the both of us to wear. By telephoning around, I don't mean taking the easy way out and calling the local costume store. No, no. I like to make it hard, and interesting. I started calling friends and family, asking for donations.
It was definitely interesting.
The groovy leather vest my husband is wearing is pure vintage straight out of the closet of friends of our who were actually in their swinging 20s in the 70s. My top is from our babysitter. Yes, girls wear these tops today. They were pretty big in the 70s, or so I've been told. I'm old - 40 in two weeks - but that only made me a whopping 11 by the time the seventies were over. I was all about Chino's and Izod shirts in the 70s, maybe a halter top here and there. But hey, practically naked on the top when it was 20 balmy degrees Saturday night. Sign me up. It was, after all, for the children.
A friend of mine who attended a 70s party in Italy - very long story - loaned me the insanely high cork shoes I was wearing. Jewelry consisted of hoop earrings so big, you could rest a bird inside them, a million jangle bracelets, the obligatory peace symbol necklace, and a leather bracelet - all from said very hip babysitter. No watch. Time had no meaning in the 70s, right?
Hair and makeup were hysterical. I had on so much eye makeup - bright purple, my eyes were red red red the next morning because they got irritated. Yeesh. For my hair, I did the Farrah Fawcette wings - which I incidentally wore in the early 80s, as embarassing as that is to admit. But hey, I have visual proof.
All in all, it was a fun night. The music was very Saturday Night Fever. There were disco balls. Unlike my first encounter with the 70s, this time around I got to drink. It helped very much to handle all of the 100% polyester leisure suits men had miraculously found. Do they keep those hidden in their closets, I wonder?
In all - mostly - seriousness, though, what would we do without these earlier fashion crazes, both good and bad? Today they give us such a great opportunity to let go, be silly, remember fondly, even make new experiences in the setting of a bygone era.
Here's my shout out to Peace, Love and Disco. Despite the war, Nixon's fall from power, the copious drugs (or maybe because of them), and everything other downer of that decade, I still think that as an adult, I'd have enjoyed them. Last Saturday Night, I definitely did.
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