I've always has a mahoosive love for the 1960s, and when I was around 10, I was totally obsessed with Woodstock. Yeah, I suppose that Woodstock was a pretty groovy thing, but it wasn't very groovy that I thought it would be cool to 're-live' 1969 by wearing clothes that I would think 'looked' of that era. I also thought I was 'super cool' to listen to bands such as Jefferson Airplane and The Jimi Hendrix experience. I also had quite a thing for Country Joe and the fish.
When I was 12, my favourite outfit was (I'm not sure if I've told you this before...) when I used to wear this cream collar-less shirt with tiny purple flowers all over it. I suppose it was actually alright, but because I thought I looked really cool when I wore it with a matching purple waistcoat with embroidered flowers on it (it had belonged to my mother in the 90s), and a pair of flared jeans that I remember buying from a sale at Dorothy Perkins; oh yeah, I would always 'finish the look off' with a pair of flip flops and maybe a few long necklaces, you know the really bright 'ethnic' and 'fairtrade' ones....
Well, it took me WAAAAYYY to long to grow out of that what I can only think of as a 'hippie' and 'down with all that tie-die and flip flops' faze, and I had better NEVER EVER see those days again.
I am about to show you a comparison of me back in my 'Woodstock loving' days and just how I look nowadays...
Oh my goodness, do not laugh at my long hair or whatever I am doing with my hands on the photo on the left, but I ACTUALLY used to go out dressed like that. I even think that I could have been 13 in that photo (dun dun duunnn!). I must have thought at that time that the fringe made me look cool and 'hip', well, I was totally wrong.
Hopefully on the picture on the right, I might look a bit more trendy and 'normal' (hence me wearing a Victorian-style blouse from the 70s). Since growing out of that faze, I've had my hair cut and now wash it on a regular basis, and tie it back quite often. Gone are the days of flip flops and roll-necks and flared jeans. I went in River Island yesterday, and saw what used to be my 'dream pair of jeans', which I had last seen in there a couple of years ago. They are what I would call 'ultimate flares' or just 'bellbottoms', because I'm talking about the BIGGEST flare in them that you could imagine. I could have bought them, as they only had one left (they were in the sale), and they were in my size, and were only £5. I'm sooo glad I didn't actually buy them, because, they may have looked cool in the seventies or if you are tall with long, slim legs. I am unfortunately stuck with rather short, stubby legs, so I probably couldn't have 'pulled them off'. Also, I could not risk getting them, because every time I wore them I would probably spend the day looking back at the 11 year old me and think that if I had owned them all those years ago, I would have probably been wearing them with a roll neck, or, a floral shirt with a brightly coloured waistcoat and, Urg.... flip flops.
