Born Too Late…a song by The Poni-Tails in 1958.
Before the summer departs, I want to show you my favourite and my best (oh how I miss Charlie and Lola!), pretty summer skirts.
I’d been looking for a skirt that I could ‘twirl and swoosh’ in for a while and then, whaddya know, two come along at the same time.
Before the summer departs, I want to show you my favourite and my best (oh how I miss Charlie and Lola!), pretty summer skirts.
I’d been looking for a skirt that I could ‘twirl and swoosh’ in for a while and then, whaddya know, two come along at the same time.
Where other skirts failed - these succeeded (though my little fella and photographer thought the white skirt looked like a tea-towel. Charming!). They magically give me a waist, are a perfect length and are available in 3 colours (blue, white and black). I say available, I wasn’t quick enough to get a black one and I can't even find the white and blue ones on the H&M website anymore (apologies). Honestly, this summer has been so frustrating regards buying, wearing and sharing clothes quick enough on the blog - I feel like it’s been speeded up somehow. I love Autumn and Winter clothes, I really do, but just when I’ve found skirts I feel feminine and pretty in, someone presses fast forward to the next season! Not sure who I should direct this complaint to, but if you are, please let me know and I will write him/her a serious letter.
My H&M skirts both have a definite 1950’s feel to them, don't you think?
The delightful Audrey Hepburn
And the slightly unhinged, though very pretty, Betty from Madmen
With World War II and rationing over, there was more material available so skirts got fuller and as the decade went on, designs got more intricate with pleats and layered petticoats – such a fun era for fashion.
Though, washing the clothes wasn’t as glamorous as wearing them. A lot of clothes were more than likely hand-washed (and handmade come to think of it!) and even if you were lucky enough to own a washing machine, it would have been a twin tub - less labour intensive than doing it by hand, but by no means easy. Lifting the sodden washing into the spinner with wooden tongs was hard work – though good for keeping the arms nice and toned, I’m sure!
And if doing the washing wasn’t enough of a faff – fridges weren’t commonplace either and there were definitely no freezers. So, that meant shopping every day for groceries – yawn! And no ready meals, no microwaves...oh jeez.
In hindsight, not sure I was born too late actually as I would have been, most definitely, a lousy (and very stroppy) wife/mother/friend/person in the 1950’s.
Mr. B: “What do you mean, ‘would have been’?”
Me: “Oh, shut ya face!”
Though, washing the clothes wasn’t as glamorous as wearing them. A lot of clothes were more than likely hand-washed (and handmade come to think of it!) and even if you were lucky enough to own a washing machine, it would have been a twin tub - less labour intensive than doing it by hand, but by no means easy. Lifting the sodden washing into the spinner with wooden tongs was hard work – though good for keeping the arms nice and toned, I’m sure!
And if doing the washing wasn’t enough of a faff – fridges weren’t commonplace either and there were definitely no freezers. So, that meant shopping every day for groceries – yawn! And no ready meals, no microwaves...oh jeez.
In hindsight, not sure I was born too late actually as I would have been, most definitely, a lousy (and very stroppy) wife/mother/friend/person in the 1950’s.
Mr. B: “What do you mean, ‘would have been’?”
Me: “Oh, shut ya face!”
