I love, love, LOVE the old catalog spreads. For whatever reason, there's a treasure trove of old catalogs in my library, and when I'm bored I go gawk at the Sears catalogs from the 80s and sigh with relief that my mom was firm about what she would and wouldn't buy.
For instance, she would not have bought those daytripper pants up there, as it would have meant her little girl would have given her flashbacks.
Now I know where my older brother's clothes came from! They had many pairs of those striped, high waisted "rugged" pants (I've only seen pictures because they are much older than I) and did indeed go hiking and camping while wearing them!
There is one page up there that my best friend's grandmother owned every piece of clothing from, I swear. She wore them until the '00s. (The solid poly pieces in rainbow colors)
And when I have children I am tracking down a toddler's trench-coat and hat set. I should probably start now.
In 1972 I was 7, and I may or may not have worn any number of these items and enjoyed them a great deal. Full-diaper bikinis - oh hell no! It was a full piece for this girlie...no slutting about like that.
Poly-high waisted pants, tho...oh yeah. That's the good stuff right there. And that bare-midriff (no such word as 'crop') top with the long sleeves? Saweet.
It is painful to admit, but I'm sure I coveted most of those outfits. I was going into the 6th grade that year and really wanted 'catalogue clothes' instead of the stuff my mom would buy me when we went out of town to shop in THE CITY... where there were wonders like K-MART. I used to drool over catalogues for hours and dream of having clothes from Sears or J.C. Penney.
All except those horrid polyester shorts with the elastic waist with the seaming down the front of your legs. I hated those like a thousand plagues.
I'm sorry, can we please talk about "Winnie the Pooh is someone special..he doesn't like long, difficult words..He likes short words like "What about lunch" and "Help yourself, Pooh"
@midwestmarge: Ah, but I DID. I remember that year very, very well. All the talk my freshman year was about "the guy on page 602 - you can see his PENIS!".
that red/white ribbed top in the "Stretchwear" panel was called a poor boy. I have no idea why since it has nothing to do with the New Orleans sandwich.
My parents got married in '72. And judging by the bridesmaids gowns I've seen in her pictures, I can safely say that 72 was, indeed, the year of hideous dresses.
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For instance, she would not have bought those daytripper pants up there, as it would have meant her little girl would have given her flashbacks.
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There is one page up there that my best friend's grandmother owned every piece of clothing from, I swear. She wore them until the '00s. (The solid poly pieces in rainbow colors)
And when I have children I am tracking down a toddler's trench-coat and hat set. I should probably start now.
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Poly-high waisted pants, tho...oh yeah. That's the good stuff right there. And that bare-midriff (no such word as 'crop') top with the long sleeves? Saweet.
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All except those horrid polyester shorts with the elastic waist with the seaming down the front of your legs. I hated those like a thousand plagues.
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Will you end up doing more catalogs in like, 1992 and from JCPenny, as well?
Because if you do, I might end up namedropping one of the kids who just so happens to be my ex boyfriend. And that wouldn't be good...
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Blondie sister got the ruffle bikini and the strawberry shorts.
Not that I'm bitter. OH NO...