Op shop gold
IT'S LIKE, AN ORIGINAL (THANKS MUM)
September 13, 2010IN all the musing on life I forgot to say that my frock was homemade. I KNOW! Our three girls would have rather rolled over and died rather than worn a homemade number but in 1991, when I left school, everyone’s frock was homemade – pity the poor sods whose mother or grandmother didn’t sew. As it happens, my mother did sew (as did my grandmother) and it was sewn from a green taffeta, shot with black, that I regrettably gave away to an op shop a few years back.
Now, take another look. One of my best mates has a similar frockss. See? The dress with pink skirt and black velvet bodice is, indeed, the same dress – made by said besties’s mum. And we didn’t care. Yup, we were cool like that because the fact they were homemade meant everyone wore an original. Ya can’t say that these days, can ya? Ha.
Speaking of originals – I think I am the only cool cat in town wearing a pair of jeans with rollover floral “waist-cuff”. At $1 from the Animal Thrift Op Shop I couldn’t just leave them there.
Have you posted a frock from way back when?
PottyMouthMama: Oooh, have you stil got the Ken Done relic? And keep your blonde and gorgeous comments down to a “need to know” – OK?
m.e: OMG! I just knew someone had gone the mullet. I didn’t think it would be you ;)
Flying Carpet: Kaminski hats as uniform. No wonder ya ma never forked over.
Bondville: Girlfriend, work it!
Nadia: Mirrored glasses? Ah, that brings back memories.
Mel Bombardierie: Oh, I feel for your poor plait-stiffened fingers and itchy scalp.
What Ken Be Done?: So it wasn’t you. No, of course not. You are way too nice. Own up, you wiley minx. We’re on to you whoever you are.
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