|Hippie Skirt, photo by SG|
This afternoon I went to my beloved, irreplaceable, completely necessary local thrift store to buy a hippie outfit. I'm going to a 1960s-1970s hippie-themed birthday party next week. Luckily for me, a lot of the recent styles of women's clothing have been bohemian and hippie-ish, with flouncy skirts and sheer, ribboned tops. Hippie clothes are quite feminine. I liked them then, and I like them now.
The outfit I wound up getting is very similar to clothes I actually wore in the early 1970s. I came of age somewhere between the singer-songwriter craze of 1971 and the onset of disco in 1975, between Carly Simon's 'That's the Way I've Always Heard It Should Be" and Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive." I wore a demure peasant dress to my first, and thankfully my only, junior high school dance, and I wore a slinky qiana dress to my high school graduation. In between I wore lots of vests and maxi skirts, like the ones I'll be wearing to the party.
|Hippie Vest, photo by SG|
"Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again."