Monday, March 14, 2005
1971 Sears Catalog
This is too good to not share. I was born in 1971, and if you take a look at what Sears was schilling at the time, it's not wonder my mother once asked me why I don't like pretty things.
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I particularly enjoyed the demon children. It was like Children of the Corn does Sears.
*My* mom always wanted to dress me in pink and frills, with hats and earrings and curly hair. (if you can imagine - oy!) Maybe was it a generational thing?
My mom wanted me to be all pretty and girly, but I wanted to be a boy. I had a Mean Joe Green jersey that I adored. I had a blue tank top with a basketball and the number 44 on it that I wore day after day in the summer. Where did I get these clothes? I wasn't out shopping at seven- or nine-years-old.
I had a phase where I wanted to be like a waspy, preppy girl, sort of like Meg Murry, but that never panned out. Again, I wasn't doing the shopping and so couldn't buy myself plaid kilts and wool cardigans.
I have to admit, though, when I look at pictures from high school and college, things didn't get much prettier after I did start doing my own shopping. Yuck.
I have a great picture of me at about 12 with those terry gym shorts with white piping on the side (and gosh was I skinny and were my legs long! Sadly, no more.), pulled-up-to-my-knees tube socks, canvas Nikes with the big rubber toes, and a striped polo shirt. Let's not forget the bad perm and the headband. Ouch. I may be plain now but I think I look better ; )
My mom loved to buy me these pastel sweaters with matching plaid skirts (I had them in pale blue, pale green, and lavender). I was much more likely to pair the skirts with short socks and topsiders and a baggy oxford. My style seeemd to be be much more Meg in Ellen Emerson White's The President's Daughter. (Incidentally, one of the funniest books I have ever read. )
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