Last week for my birthday, Daughter #3 presented me with a very unusual gift:
The 1974 Eaton's Fall and Winter catalog.
Wow -- did that ever bring back a lot of memories! I've had such fun perusing its pages this past week.
In the fall of 1974 I turned 13 years old. (Okay, I'll make it easy for you. I just turned 49.) I must have still been wearing children's sizes, because all the girls' outfits looked familiar to me, unlike the women's outfits. Even the young girl models seemed like old friends. My favorite girl was this one in the yellow shirt:
Doesn't she look like a fun girl? I use to imagine that she loved having fun in a natural and wholesome way, and that she and I would have been good friends if we knew each other. I always thought that the clothes she wore were the cutest, probably just because I liked her the most.
I never really cared for the girl with the blonde hair. She always seemed a little too "Cindy Brady"ish to me. I imagined she was terribly spoiled.
I don't remember ordering any of those particular outfits, but I do remember owning these exact same shoes. I have to admit, I still think they're kind of cute.
In the fall of 1974 I definitely remember thinking: "How cool are these guys?"
I may have still been wearing children's size clothing, but my tastes in mature men were clearly a little more developed! Dixie
2 comments:
wow isnt' it funny how you ended up marrying a man so like your early tastes! I always loved dad's plaid sport coats and bow ties. (I could be confused - I am the child who pointed to a picture of a gorilla and yelled "Daddy" in a department store, aren't I?)
The thing that cracks me up is the guy with the pipe.
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