<p>haha, SevenDad! I will tell you that as of this moment, I have 2 pair of Camp Mocs and only 1 pair of bluchers in my closet… guess I learned. I will say, however, that ONCE you break the bluchers in, they rock. But it is a very lengthy process… and then just when they are perfect, it is time to get a new pair. Life is just full of challenges. :)</p>
<p>Did anyone mention mood rings yet?
I have a pair of old beat up bean boats that I can’t bare to replace. I wore them since college.</p>
<p>My mood ring was always black–cold hands not cold heart. I got more mileage out of my pet rock.</p>
<p>You guys are bringing back bad memories. In my town the uniform was Levi cords, Izod shirts, and Nikes–red swoop only–and my mother refused to spend (gasp!) $30 on a pair of sneakers or a polo shirt just because it had an alligator on it. She bent and bought me two (count 'em) pairs of Levis, but I was always on the social fringes. We were a rigid lot back then, fashion wise, were we not?</p>
<p>Anyone remember ironing her hair and then winding it around juice can “rollers” to make it super bouncy/puffy?</p>
<p>I never quite figured out what to wear in those days, but I did have some Earth shoes and a mood ring…</p>
<p>Corduroy jacket, frayed brooksbros button-down, square edge knit tie and Clark’s Wallabees Mon-Fri.</p>
<p>Brittania window pane bell bottoms, Levi’s gauze shirt and Chess King platforms on the weekends.</p>
<p>Orthodontia with both.</p>
<p>1978 pretty much the same with the exception of Polo for men (Green). Didn’t help anyway.</p>
<p>OMG Chess King!</p>
<p>Whenever we bought new canvas sneakers or stiff casual leather shoes, we’d find an older sibling with a drivers license to run them over in our driveway. Back and forth. Back and forth- until whatever we were running over looked like broken- in perfection. When my kids gripe about things looking too new, I always suggest we run it over with the car and they look at me like I’m crazy. Gee, I wonder why…</p>
<p>I had one brother who favored ascots when he was young… Kids (who are reading this) choose your wardrobe now very wisely. You never know… your sibling(s) might put together a slideshow and play it (set to music, of course) at your Rehearsal Dinner. It took a longtime, but he finally did speak to us again…</p>
<p>@HarvestMoon… I’ll take your gold knot earrings and raise you one monogrammed Pappagallo fabric handbag with a wooden handles! :)</p>
<p>OK, this I’m sure is before your time, for most, if not all of you…
Does anyone remember love beads? Or the metal lunch boxes turned into handbags via decoupage?</p>
<p>Thinking back on '70’s fashion, I remember my mother not wanting me to wear a slightly-below-the-knees A-line skirt with patch pockets that was all the rage in 6th grade (and older middle school). She thought it was “too mature” and preferred I stick with short skirts!</p>
<p>How times change.</p>
<p>Oh, and the platform wedges that went with the skirts… natural leather and suede-covered-cork soles. SO CHIC!!</p>
<p>At least they were sturdier than Candie’s… which came a few years later!</p>
<p>girlgeekmom, your mother must have been driven off the edge then when maxi’s came into fashion!</p>
<p>Photomom, Pappagallo! We had one on main street in our town. Think they are all gone now. Probably bought out by Lily Pulitzer!</p>
<p>Remember the skirts made from old jeans and cords with the fabric inserts? Or the hand block cotton shirts from India. I loved those! ( I am so sorry SevenDad )</p>
<p>Oh, and getting multiple ear piercings. I went home for a weekend BS senior year with a friend and came back with two additional earrings in one ear. My mother FREAKED.</p>
<p>Recently (and against my better judgment ), I let my son take my vintage Vuarnet sunglasses (mirror lens/wrap around ear) to school with him. If anything happens to them, I will hunt him down.</p>
<p>@Harvest- Yes, I think they were bought out. Those were the days- we had a shop in our town, too!</p>
<p>^^^ I don’t know about you but my fashion choices changed quite a bit after my first Grateful Dead concert… :)</p>
<p>Speaking of earrings…my mom CRIED when she saw that I had gotten one over the first fall break of my college frosh year. She literally said “You’ll never get a job now.”</p>
<p>@SD… and just LOOK what’s happened to you, you disreputable lout :>)</p>
<p>By the time maxis came along, mom was inured. And the deadhead garb? By then, I think she had decided sartorial battles were not worth fighting. Plus, I was nice enough to hold her hand when she got her own ears pierced, an act of desperation with the demise of screw-back or clip-on earrings.</p>
<p>@Photomom… oh, Vuarnet! That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time! And I do remember those Pappagallo or Lily bags with the interchangeable covers. That and Pappagallo espadrilles. I think my mother had a pair in every color!</p>
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<p>Was it a gold knot?</p>
<p>@ChoatieMom: Touch</p>
<p>Okay. First concert everyone. We’re not here to judge. My first concert was Foghat. And yes, I went dressed as Muffy’s best friend. Ticket price: $16.00. Evening: priceless.</p>
<p>She says covering her face with her hands as she hits Submit Reply…</p>