Here are some makeup fashions we hope do not return any time soon. The flower looks exceptionally painful non?
Because we are a car centric family, here is a photo of one of my favourite 1960's cars. This is a 1966 Olds Toronado.
The absolute height of kitchen fashion.
I don't have a date, but the ad says it is the Golden 50th anniversary for Frigidaire.
This is from a multi page spread in LIFE magazine dated Aug 30, 1968. It is titled ' Czechoslovakia The Eve of Invasion'.
The photo caption says:
'a red-haired model, Ruzena Polakova, in hostess pajamas, draped against an ancient garden wall.
What this exactly has to do with the invasion.....I'm not quite sure.
This was also from the LIFE magazine article about the impending Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia from Aug 30, 1968.
Again, that on EARTH dressing your dog in THIS FASHION had to do with it.....
Poor Dog.
Taken in the student lounge at Beaver. Robbie Mckeon, Mark McCormick and Lucy Appleton.
Not sure what Robbie is up to these days, but Lucy works for the Royal family in some capacity and lives in London. Mark sadly passed away about 2 years ago.
Alison Anne Whitelaw Price. What a name. I thought she was oh so cool as her Mom was from England and she had been to England and drank in pubs at 15.
I was taking photography class in high school and developing my own stuff. I thought she was the model and I was the Scavullo. Miss her.
My friend Karen's long term boyfriend. This is Brian on his bike on joe Colvin's front lawn. Boy would karen have my head on a platter if she knew about this one....
L and I both went to a private school (read: public school if you are a Brit) and I was taking photography classes.
L wanted photos for her yearbook page. We used the middle school downstairs for our *cough* fashion shoot *cough*.
We got in big trouble with the head of the middle school for taking inappropriate photos.
My how times have changed.
Whew a shoulder! How risque.
L, again I just have to say. What were we thinking?
Very 1980's zip all the way across sweater allowing flashdance shoulder exposure in an instant.
Carol Waldenberg, affectionately known as cherry for , I hope, obvious reasons and her boyfriend at the time Ross, at Ross' graduation. I haven't heard from her in years. Miss her.
That's me in the very, very 1980's prom dress. My old boyfriend, Lenny Murphy and in the middle local radio god, Dale Dorman.
My Dad was always a car collector. He had a friend in Chelmsford who had a garage and fixed Brit cars of which Dad had several. When I was 15, I met Dale Dorman having his Rolls Royce fixed at that garage and I told him one day i would have his job. Yea, whatever. He was really sweet though and got me a job as an intern (for intern, read no pay slave labour, but I loved it) at Kiss 108 when I was 15, I worked there through my first year of college. it was a wild time let me tell you. Dale drove me to my junior prom in his Rolls limo.
My High School (BCDS) or Beside Cemetery Dead School as we affectionately called it had a photography program. This is my feeble attempt at making 'arty' photos of my friend Esme Blackburn. Esme had great long blonde hair and some seriously long fingernails. She was way cool in a Harvard Square hippie, been there, done that kind of a way.
You see before you Post Toastie's (in blonde mode) and my 1981 Mustang convertible. The first year convertible's were allowed after a little bloke named Ralph Nader deemed them 'unsafe'.
You also see the reason I didn't graduate college. Convertable - college on the ocean. Hmmmmmmm, class, what's that?
We will not discuss the licence plate, the feather roach clip hanging off the rear view mirror, the Crager mag wheels, the horn that played 20 different sounds, the suicide knob on the steering wheel.
Nope, we are NOT discussing that phase.
My friend from college, JJ and a few of the members of Def Leppard. JJ as I mentioned was a DJ at a Tampa radio station and I was down to visit.
I was far to chicken to have my photo taken....
This is the car I still dream about. My love. My passion. My 1981 Fiat Spider. It was army green. I had a AAA (read AA for the Brits) membership and it and a flat bed tow truck saw me through my life with this splendiforous auto with Lucas ignition. I literally have dreams about it today, 15 years later. Someday I will own one again.
Stupid fool.
jj was my friend from college. We were both communications majors wishing to be DJ's.
She made it in Tampa and LA as a rock chick DJ. Here she was back visiting and we were strolling down Newbury St. Obviously I was not the only one enamoured with big hair.
Sadly we've lost touch. Not sure what she's up to these days.
Dad's wife Peg in Dad's 76 E-Type Boogs. He found boogs in the quintisential fashion of legend. Widow places ad in paper, Dad arrives to find a car in the barn with 10,000 original miles and an inspection sticker (read M.O.T.) dated 1976.
He bought it, sold it and bought it back again. It's still in the family. It was named Boogs by Peg. She said the colour looked like Boogers or snot. Charming huh?
My dad is a car junkie and a collector. This lived in the collection for about a year. We used to do our best Sean Connery around him.
This is an Aston Martin DB4.
This one shows the lovely artwork. Nail heads on black velvet with coloured wires drawn in a pattern. The white brick wall with the metal fence on top seperates the kitchen from the living room. This was typical suburban ranch housing in the 1970's.
Flocked wall paper, faux fur couches. Note the matching rug AND as if that were not enough, the black light poster.
Oh yea, I had hip parents.
We upgrade. My parents purchase this house in the same development. This is the foyer. Note the black and white wallpaper, the smoked glass table with chrome and leather stacking chairs.
This is the kitchen. Originally the cabinets/cupboards would have been 1960's turquiose as would the oven.
Since it was open between the living room and kitchen Mom must have decided to wallpaper the cupboards to match.
My first car at age 15. Bargained for it at Bing Bickford's car lot in Tyngsboro for 450.00. It had a pissa lucite steering wheel just like the 'Cars' first album cover.
My Dad sold it 1 week before I got my driver's license to a friend of his in the south. He bought me a 1980 Triumph TR-7.
You might think he was being kind, think again, the Triumph had NO backseat. None, zero, nada zip. Think about it.
Now the 66 Catalina was my first car, but this was the first car I drove. In fact I learned to drive in this car. I loved this car but it needed a serious AAA (read AA) membership. I used to drive from Chelmsford,MA to Chestnut Hill every day to school down Route 3. Dad would drive from Chelmsford to Newton to go to work. He would always leave after me and many a day he found me broken down by the side of the road. Who cared. It was a very cool car to have. Did I say it had NO backseat? Hmmmm.......
