Playing 'Dress-ups'...

I know that some of you have been waiting for 'the photos' from that 60s Night...and the wait is over! 😄

We 'tossed around' lots of ideas beforehand. DH thought he'd dress up as a Beatle or a Beatles's fan. He would need a wig. So off we went to the Reject Shop and selected a wig each. The plan was that I would wear the long wig and DH would wear the short, curly one. But...the short haired wig didn't fit DH...so we swapped. 

I joked that we could go as Sonny and Cher...with me drawing on a moustashe...lol! 

Minds got changed a few times, about what we would wear. During one of our forays into local op shops, I noticed some of those 'beauty cases' from the 1960s. They were so trendy/cool in the mid 60s and I 'lusted after' one. My godmother bought me one...a cream one, and I was in seventh heaven! Mine is long gone but we have the one that used to belong to DH's mother, in a cupboard. My MiL used to keep old family documents in her beauty case and DH became the keeper after she died. 

So we emptied the family documents out of the case and on the Saturday evening, I put my iPad and some old 60s memorabilia in it instead. 

But a wig and a beauty case don't up add to much of a costume do they? 😉 DD1 brought over a few items for me...some sunglasses, a crocheted scarf and a big pink floppy felt hat. Visiting a local op shop looking for something I could wear, I found this...

Looking at old photos of myself from the 1960s, I noticed that I had rather favoured skivvies back then.( close fitting roll collar jersey). In my teens, I had envied friends who had those stretch black pants( I think they were called ski pants) ...my mum wouldn't entertain the thought of buying me a pair. So instead of wearing jeans to the 60s night, I decided to wear some jeggings with a dark skivvy and that sheepskin vest. My earrings are actually from the 1960s. They're so big, I hardly ever wear them...but they were perfect for the night.

And here I am!

( I couldn't fit the big hat on over the wig!) 

And DH?

You probably won't believe this, but a lot of people at this event didn't recognise him...wink wink! Lol. So off we set for a night of fun...

And met some friends as we walked in...

The placemats were very novel!

We all lined up to get our photos taken in the old 'Kombi'...

DH and our friend Dave worked hard on the 3 Sixties Quizzes; one lot of questions were about songs, another set was on TV shows and the third was about 60s events. My goodness we all struggled with those questions! Lol

As I wrote in an earlier post, we may not have done well in the quizzes, but we won the scavenger hunt.

Just for a laugh, also in that beauty case I took along some items that I still have that date back to the 1960s...from my teens specifically. 

My diary from the year I was in Grade 12...

( if you're wondering what I wrote about in that little diary, it was boring. I'm ashamed to say the main topics of discussion were school, boys, sewing, boys, school 😆) 

My Cliff Richard scrapbook...

I started the scrapbook in about Grade 9 and had kept adding to it as I found pictures. I had a little laugh when I saw the last page of the scrapbook...

No there was never a Volume 2! Lol

PS. Some people thought that I had dressed up as Cher, but I had decided that if asked, I would say I was Cleo Laine! Lol

If you can remember...

That quote that has 'floated around' for years, 'If you can remember the sixties, you really weren't there', has always puzzled me. There is conjecture about who actually said it first, let alone what it really means. But it came back to me recently when DH and I were talking to DD1 about what we could wear to the 60s night. Like a lot of younger people, DD1 has strong ideas of what was around in the 60s...but many of her concepts of the era aren't what we remember. And we were definitely there!! 

A decade can be a long time in terms of fashion for example...especially if you start the decade as a child and end the decade at the end of your teens. ( no adulthood at 18 in those days...it was 21!)

Come and travel through my time in the Sixties via some old photos...

Then my early teens...

In Grade 8 at High School, I did Domestic Science but hated sewing...but I had grown up watching my mum sew, so she showed me how to use her machine and at home, right throughout my teens and year beyond, I happily sewed outfits.  ( eventually sewing for my mum as well)

Much to DD1's amazement, I had never been a hippie or 'flower child' in the 60s. 😃