Do you remember some of the outfits you wore when you were younger? Do you wish you still had them? I do. Even though some clothes were hideous, I thought they were cool at the time, and they defined my style — and the decade. Interestingly, the essence of my style hasn’t changed as much as I thought. Frightening, isn’t it? Here are some of my favorites:
Yes, I’m so old that I wore a school uniform, and my school looked like a prison. The uniform consisted of a black or dark navy blue box pleated tunic, worn with a white short or long sleeved blouse and a sash or belt. I wore tights or knee socks with my black leather oxfords. On important occasions a school tie was worn also. On gym days the girls wore a pair of ‘bloomers’, which actually looked like navy blue underpants.
Just for the record, I didn’t think this uniform was cool. I simply had no choice but to wear it, since kids didn’t have much of a voice in those days.
An interesting note about my elementary school above. Same school that William Shatner a.k.a. Captain Kirk attended. Pretty cool, huh?
I owned a Raggedy Ann doll as a child which I loved to death — seriously, she has no face left, but I’ve kept her despite that — so I simply had to own this Raggedy Ann T-shirt. Can’t remember where I bought it. My daughters wished I had kept it, but I gave it away in a weak moment.
Here I am on the right wearing it with a pair of Daisy Duke shorts. I didn’t buy those, I simply created them out of an old pair of jeans. Everybody did back then.
My friend in high school did modelling, so here I am being coached by her doing my best imitation of sexy, wearing my winter coat in a shopping center parking lot, leaning against a pole. I look really dumb, but I wish I had kept this coat — it screams ‘the 70′s’. It fit me really well, too.
As usual, I have a lot of hair happening, and in this photo it’s completely out of control. I had thick, curly hair, which I hated at the time, so I would blow it dry and brush it straight — alas, hair straighteners hadn’t been perfected yet. All I ended up with was frizz. About a year later I gave up, got a hair cut, bought an afro comb and gave in to my curls.
On the right is a blouse I remember I thought looked really good on me — red, white and blue patterns were really in. Again with the short shorts. Oh well, I had nice legs, so why not? This photo is proof that tying up your shirts in the front to expose your navel was in fashion way before Shania Twain made it cool. Just sayin’.
This outfit is basically what I wore all through high school — wide leg jeans or pants, and a sweater covering a collared blouse with the cuffs showing. All that’s missing here is the little cherry brooch I often wore with it. This top looks like one of those ‘faux’ tops, so I don’t think there’s actually a blouse under this, just the collar and cuffs. I think my fly is undone. Oops. I look drunk in this photo.
This is one of my favorite photos of me and my mother. It was taken in September 1975, and I was headed to the airport on my way to Acadia University, wearing wide leg jeans and a gawdy polyester orange and brown print blouse, plus MY FAVORITE dark orange suede jacket.
How stupid was I not to keep that jacket? Don’t miss the blouse or the jeans, but that jacket … hope it’s still around, somehow, somewhere.
Here I am, having arrived safely at university, sitting in front of my dorm, Seminary House. I’m wearing a brown blouse, beige pants, and a beige, belted, cardigan sweater. Not sure about those shoes, but they look rather geeky.
I wore a lot of beige and brown in those days. I know those colors were in, but I continued to wear them long after they went out of fashion, too. I can’t be accused of being a trend setter.
Oh … my … God. What can I say? I thought I looked fabulous, I suppose, despite my ‘deer in the headlights’ expression. I have no idea where I was going. I can only hope there were no people there.
And what kind of friend would allow me to go out in public in this dress? I guess the kind of friend who liked brown, orange and ivory flowers on a dress, like me.
Here I am having fun at university playing caps and drinking beer. If you’ve never played caps, you’ve missed out on a lot.
I’m wearing the obligatory wide-leg jeans, a white blouse and some kind of vest, which I guess I thought made me look sexy.
Something is happening with my hair, because it looks straighter. Maybe I tried a new conditioner or hadn’t washed it in a while. Also the climate in Nova Scotia was less humid than Montreal, so my curls calmed down.
I wore this outfit on a visit to Toronto during the College Bowl. Notice the lovely orange decor of the hotel room, which I shared with 4 other cheerleaders? We were there to cheer on the Acadia Football Team, and weren’t given any money to each get our own rooms, so we made do.
I wish I could remember how long this jean skirt was, you can’t tell in this photo. I remember loving that top, a long-sleeved, hooded, plaid, baggy shirt. I just know my daughters would think it hideous.
I think this photo was taken after I graduated from university, but it could have been earlier. Gathered, blousy tops were very much in vogue, and I owned a ton. This one is green, my favorite color, and I’m wearing some kind of plaid blouse underneath it.
I look like a United minister on St. Patrick’s Day. This wasn’t one of my more fashionable moments.
The outfit on the right is one I wish I had kept. I also wish you could see the full view. It was a beige (of course) wide- shorted, knee-length jump suit, complete with coordinating purple scarf (shown) and purple elastic belt (not shown).
I wore this on special occasions, and here I am staring longingly at my new boyfriend, Peter — yes, I cropped him out of the photo — and he’s wearing the only suit he owned. More on that suit below. We were about to go on a hot date. My hair has changed yet again. This is my nod to Dorothy Hamill.
So Peter, my new boyfriend, loved this jean halter top with snapped closures, and it’s not hard to see why. Showing a bit of navel here, since I had no cleavage to speak of.
Amazingly, my Daisy Dukes have gotten even shorter.
I like my hair in this photo. It’s still curly, but it’s under control, at least.
Here’s a photo of me in a top I still remember fondly. It had a hippy vibe that was very much in style. Long sleeves, with an ethnic pattern and beaded ties at the neck.
Please ignore the wild, long hair and the Montreal Expos visor, I don’t know what I was thinking.
This is an outfit I wore to my cousin Barbara’s wedding. I loved this beige blouse and long, hippy skirt. I think you could wear this NOW and not look like you stepped out of a time machine.
Peter is beside me, except now he’s my fiance. He’s wearing his only suit mentioned earlier — beige, three piece with huge lapels, wide flared legs and his bumpy toed ‘pimp’ shoes.
Here I am with a Fro that would give Aevin Dugas a run for her money. Don’t know who she is? She’s made the 2012 Guinness Book Of Records for having the biggest afro in the world.
But I digress … I’m wearing a capped-sleeved, thin-cotton shirt in this photo, and I remember owning a lot of them. They went with so many things. Also the purse is interesting because I have one just like it in my closet now. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Here’s another version of the blouse — this one is ivory, and I remember it had beautiful embroidery on the front. I paired it with my favorite, calf-length green denim skirt and a pair of ‘Jesus’ sandals that I wish I had kept.
This photo was taken at my surprise wedding shower, hence the stupid hat made of ribbons and bows. People loved to humiliate brides-to-be in those days. Thankfully this tradition has been discontinued — if not, it should be.
The dress on the right was a favorite, which I wore on the eve of my wedding at the dress rehearsal dinner.
It had an oriental vibe which was very much in style – the year was 1979 – and it’s also a beautiful shade of jade.
I think I wore black, strappy sandals with this. Unfortunately my hair is wild again, and I was breaking out from nerves.
This photo was taken on our honeymoon in Florida. This lilac-colored print dress was flowy and gorgeous on me, if I do say so myself.
I’m happy to report I kept this dress, and years later my oldest daughter stole it out of my closet and wore it somewhere. I think she still has it, I’ll have to steal it back.