Well, let me tell ya, talkin’ ’bout them clothes from the 60s, that’s somethin’ I remember, kinda sorta. Them young gals, they were always wearin’ stuff that made their mamas yell, you know? Short skirts, that’s what I remember the most. My, oh my, skirts so short you could see their, well, you know… And those mini skirts, they were even shorter! Lord have mercy. Some folks called ’em little nothin’ skirts, I reckon.
Now, there was this other thing, that little black dress. Even I had one of them, though mine wasn’t as fancy as them city gals’. But it was good enough for church and such. Everyone had a black dress, even old ladies like me! It was a thing, ya know, a real thing.
Them clothes, they was kinda weird sometimes. Like, real weird. They said it was all modern and stuff. Bloused shirts, they called ’em. Looked like a sack to me, but what do I know? And tunics! Like a long shirt, but with a sash. I never did understand that one. Some of the clothes were straight, no shape at all. Like a stick, ya know? Then you had them hats, so tight on your head, looked like they’d give you a headache. And the makeup! Red lips, so red, and hair so short, like a boy’s almost.
- Short skirts
- Mini skirts
- Little black dress
- Bloused shirts
- Tunics
Later on, things got even wilder. Them hippies, they called themselves. Ponchos, like blankets with a hole in the middle. And moccasins! Soft shoes, like Indians wore, I guess. And beads! Love beads, they called ’em. And them peace signs, everywhere you looked. Round necklaces, big as saucers, and belts made of chains. Can you imagine that? Crazy, I tell ya, crazy!
Them fabrics, they were somethin’ else too. Polka dots! Big ones, little ones, all over the place. Made you dizzy just lookin’ at ’em. And them sleeves, all puffed up, like bubbles. They called ’em bubble sleeves, I think. Made the girls look like they had big ol’ arms, even if they didn’t.
And the pants! Bell bottoms, they called ’em. Wide at the bottom, like bells, you see? Frayed at the edges, too. Men and women, both wearin’ ’em. And them tie-dyed shirts, all swirly and colorful. Looked like a rainbow threw up on ’em, if you ask me. Work shirts, too, like the men wore at the factory. And them Jesus sandals, just straps on your feet, and headbands to keep the hair outta your eyes. It was a sight, let me tell ya, a real sight.
Sometimes, them gals would wear these plastic raincoats over their outfits. Shiny and see-through, kinda silly if you ask me. And fake fur! Looked like a cat, but it wasn’t. And them shoes, kitten heels, they called ’em. Little tiny heels, not like the big ones the ladies wear today. It was a different time, ya know? A different time.
So, that’s what I remember ‘bout them 60s clothes. Short skirts and crazy colors, that’s how I see it. Some of it was pretty, some of it was just plain weird. But it was the style, ya know? Everyone wore it, or somethin’ like it. It was the 60s, after all.
Looking back, them clothes, they tell a story. A story of change, a story of young folks tryin’ to be different. Maybe they were a little wild, but that’s alright. It was their time, and them clothes were their way of showin’ it. And now, well, it’s all just memories, ain’t it? Memories of short skirts and bell bottoms and a whole lotta color.
And if you ask me, some of that stuff, it ain’t so bad. I wouldn’t wear it myself, not at my age. But them young gals, they looked good in it, most of the time. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it? Feelin’ good and lookin’ good, that’s what clothes are for, no matter what the style.
Tags: [60s fashion, vintage clothing, retro style, mini skirts, bell bottoms, hippie fashion, 1960s trends, mod fashion]
