Blogging from A - Z about clothes...



“When I was a boy,” says my husband Andy, “I really wanted a pair of flares.”

“Flares?” The girls gather round. Dad is about to tell another of his clothes stories, and they are all ears.

“Trousers, wide ones,” grins Andy. “They were all the fashion. Everyone at school had flares, except for me. So I nagged and nagged my mother..."

“Did you get some, Dad?”

“Yes, my mother gave in and bought me a pair. You should have seen those pants. They were so flared they were way out there.” Andy holds his arms apart. Yes, those were some flares.

“And I hated them!”

“Why, Dad, why?”

“Well, my mother didn’t buy the trendy brand name ones. She bought me the cheap version. They were so long I couldn’t see my feet when I wore them, even though my mother had chopped miles off the ends of the legs. They had a very wide waistband with three buttons and they rose almost to my chest.”

We all giggle as we imagine Andy in his high waisted, wide, wide flares.

“I was a real style-master,” continues Andy. “No one cut a dash like your dad. It’s just as well your mother was short sighted otherwise she’d never have come anywhere near me.”

“So those flares were not as good as you expected?” I ask.

Andy shakes his head. “They were awful!”

“I’ve got an unexpected clothes story too,” I say. “I was invited to a birthday party. It was an evening affair. All the other girls told me they’d be wearing long skirts. I didn’t have one so I went to my mother and asked if she could buy me one. Well, she didn’t buy me a skirt. She got out her sewing machine and spent hours sewing me one. My mother finished the skirt and handed it to me and I think she expected me to get very excited but I didn’t.”

“Why not, Mum?”

“It was the wrong sort of skirt. All the other girls were going to wear bright, hippie-style, flowing skirts. My skirt was made of some rich, deep red fabric, and it was close fitting, very formal. Oh it was very beautiful but it wasn't what I expected. I imagined all the girls making fun of me if I wore it. But if I didn’t wear it, my mother’s feelings would be hurt. I felt all churned up inside. I no longer wanted to go to the party.”

“Did you go, Mum? Did you wear the skirt?”

“I went to the party but I didn’t wear the skirt.”

“You didn’t tell us whether you wore your flares, Dad.”

“Yes, I wore them. I’d nagged and nagged my mother for them. I didn’t have a choice. They were my new school trousers and I had to wear them." Then he adds with a twinkle in his eye, "It's not a good idea to upset your mother!"

I think of my own mother. I suddenly I wish I'd worn that skirt.

Then my thoughts are interrupted by a chuckle. “Those flares refused to die. I don’t know what they were made of but I couldn’t wear them out whatever I did to them.” Andy chuckles again. “Oh but those flares were nothing compared to the pink tie-dye trousers I inherited from my older brother!”

Pink tie-dye trousers?

“Wait a minute!” I order. “I’ll be right back. I need my notebook. Pink tie-dye trousers will make a wonderful blog post story! Tell me all the details!”

What would I do without my up-to-the-minute, with-it, trendy, style-master husband with all his clothes stories?

So Andy tells his story. “What? Never!” I say, as I'm jotting down notes. 

What am I talking about? Post T, I think. Yes, definitely post T.


Image: What has the horse got to do with my story? Nothing at all. He's just having a good laugh.

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  1. Haha! Flares and hippy skirts, beads and headbands...oh YEAH! That's my era, alright!
    Sue, when I met my hubby I thought he looked really cool in his favourite outfit - a pair of white flares with red stripes and a pink 'body-shirt'.
    Even better were his groovy bell-bottom jeans, dark blue striped tank top and neck-scarf..it set his permed afro off perfectly ;-)
    And I used to wear Gunne Sachs 'granny dresses' and flowing hippie skirts too...but my best outfit was a black velvet midi skirt with black laced up boots, a black bolero and white lacey blouse with 'mutton-chop' sleeves and a velvet choker adorned with a Victorian cameo brooch. I still like that combo, haha! I guess I'm just an old romantic at heart :-)
    Can't wait for your T post...I had lots of tie-dyed things too! xx

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    1. Trish,

      Oh my! I wish I could see some old photos of you and your husband. I bet you were both very cool indeed! I am thinking Andy's flares are rather ordinary compared to your clothes. Though those pink tie-dyed trousers might have felt rather at home in your wardrobes! I wish I'd actually seen them. Andy must have given up wearing them by the time I met him.

      Tie dye... The girls want to try tie dying. I looked online for some ideas and discovered tie dye isn't only associated with the hippie era. It's a technique which is being combined with more modern designs. We shall have to try it ourselves!

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  2. Too cute to read; I think we all have those things we bugged our parents to have and then were terribly disappointed when they didn't live up to what we expected them to.

    betty

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    1. Betty,

      Fashion provides us with many laughs, doesn't it? We think we look absolutely wonderful when we are wearing something that's in fashion. So often we look back and laugh... or cringe! Thank you so much for reading my story!

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  3. Too funny. I remember there was a trend of sandals that were wooden and laced up mid calf. Now, we couldn't afford them so I bugged and bugged my dad to make me a pair. He finally agreed and labored over these sandals until they were finished; complete with real laces and all! I couldn't wait, but unfortunately, I was unable to wear them for very long because they hurt so badly.

    To this day, it is a reminder of the way God loves us and wants us to sometimes be persistent in prayer and petition.

    Oh and the horse! Hahahaha!

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    1. Michelle,

      I don't remember wooden sandals that laced up the leg. Ooh! They don't sound comfortable at all. What a pity you couldn't wear them, especially as your father spent a long time making them for you.

      It is just as well God doesn't always answer those persistent prayers in the way we'd like. I'm sure we'd end up in some sticky situations if He did. I do like your analogy!

      I hope you're having (or will have) a very blessed Holy Thursday!

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  4. What's really funny about this story is that your first thought was that it would make a great blog post!

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    1. Stephanie,

      My family knows that everything they do and say might end up in a blog post. They don't seem to mind. I often say, "That will make a great blog post!" I wouldn't have much to write about if it wasn't for my obliging family!

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  5. Awesome story. I think we've all, at one time or another, begged for some particularly fashion. I remember the '80s Gunne Sax dresses that my mom attempted to recreate on her sewing machine. You somehow feel like a fraud in knock-offs. Alas.

    Nice to meet you through the A-Z
    Laurel
    Laurel's Leaves

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    1. Laurel,

      I just googled Gunne Sax because I couldn't remember what those dresses look like. Pretty! I saw some on ebay. I guess it's too late to buy one. You probably no longer want even a real one.

      You followed my blog! Thank you! It's lovely to meet you too. I shall be over to visit soon!

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  6. Oh, I remember flares and long hippie skirts. I sewed a couple of bright granny dresses for myself. hahha. The skirt your mom sewed reminds of a red dress the Mama sewed for me in 8th grade. It was very beautiful, but I wouldn't wear it because it was so different from what the other girls wore. Ah, the silly things we were back then.
    The View from the Top of the Ladder

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    1. Susie,

      It does all seem rather silly looking back but I do remember how hard it was being a child and needing to fit in with my peers. Clothes were very important. My daughters are different. They don't seem to care much about what other girls are wearing. They just wear what they like. Much easier!

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