Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you every week by Linda Hill. Check out her blog for the rules and the contribution of other bloggers.
This week’s prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!
My birth put me trailing the hippie era a few years, but I embraced it just the same. When I graduated from high school, I went directly into the Air Force. The day I left for Basic Training I wore a dress I had made myself.
As soon as that first six weeks were complete, we all embraced our free time and spent our excess money buying clothes. My hair was long and straight as a board. I wore headbands and hip-huggers, peasant blouses and mini-skirts. Being out of uniform was a time to embrace and having all my expenses paid for me meant I had a good amount of disposable income. Of course, the mini-skirts were a part of my wardrobe in high school, too.
Now there were rules when wearing a mini-skirt. ‘Don’t cross your legs’ and ‘Keep your knees together’ and ‘Don’t bend over, squat down’. “Always be a lady no matter what you wear “ was the mantra at my house. Believe me when I tell you my mother would definitely crack the whip to make sure I behaved accordingly.
Maxi-dresses were also a thing, but let’s be honest, they weren’t nearly as much fun to wear, nor did they compliment the legs like a mini-skirt did. I hit my maxi-dress phase when I hit my late 40’s. It was a more relaxed vibe and did not have so many rules.
I still have one mini-skirt type dress that hangs in my closet. I am long beyond wearing it, but I keep it for sentimental reasons.
It certainly was the era for interesting clothing styles.
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Itwas indeed, Dan. Some of it I miss, and other portions of it are better left in the past.
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I love this journey down the memory lane. A mini skirt with maxi memories 🙂
A merry weekend to you!
Pat
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Thank you for stopping by, Pat, and taking time to comment. It is fun to waltz down memory lane. A joyous weekend to you as well!
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I remember the first mini dress I made for myself in high school home economics. Mom complained about the lack of length, but I didn’t care. It was fashion and I had the legs back then!
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I remember having the discussion with my parents on the merits of a mini-skirt Vs. hot-pants!
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And how did that go? 😉
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They did not buy it of course, but then they often saw through my weak arguments when it came to fashion. I never found hot-pants to be at all comfortable to wear. I was a mini-skirt girl all the way.
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My mom came from an era when the Catholic school nuns sent mom home for wearing a sleeveless dress. Of all the nerve! But this is why she kept insisting that knee-length dresses were in style and I kept thinking, “Yeah, for old people.” Now I’m old and completely understand. 😀
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It’s amazing. The older we get, the smarter our parents get.
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What, no picture of the old dress?
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I looked for the photo of the day I left for Basic but have not found it. It was gorgeous – use your imagination. 😂😂😂
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I see what you mean about a similar journey of fashion, I threw vin the car too. I worked as a window dresser and I loved fashion. Great days . I really enjoyed your piece 💜💜
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Thanks Willow. I loved reading yours, too.
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Fun memories 😁😁💜
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It was a lot of work wearing those mini skirts and dresses, especially with platform shoes, and in the winter. Brrrr.
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How we suffered for fashion!
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I know! Panty hose, trying to sleep with curlers in our hair, high heels…. I could barely walk in heels, so didn’t wear them much.
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And lots of girls who used pink nail polish to stop a run in their nylons.
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I remember using clear nail polish for this. Oh, the things we used to do!
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Clear was preferred, but we used what we had or could borrow from someone else. Ha. I remember how the polish also stuck to your leg. Ouch!
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Your title cracked me up, Maggie, probably because I knew exactly what you meant without even starting your post. 😆
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We who suffered remember! 😂
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The real challenge was bicycling to class in those skirts. I am certain I revealed more than I intended.
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Now that is something I never tried. That must have been a challenge.
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