a little blue sun suit
rather ~ not i of course!
it could have been.
the pictures are very similar.
my sun suit is a pale blue seersucker cotton.
soft. and cool in the relentless sun.
three years old on this hot summer day.
it’s my birthday.
long blonde hair. blue eyes.
and word on the street has it
that i’m throwing my first real fit on this day.
yes. my 3rd birthday.
this little blue eyed angel is turning into a
red faced devil apparently. tears streaming.
i generally never throw a fit.
not allowed in jim reed’s household.
even in your ‘terrible twos’ or turning three.
it is simply not allowed.
so i’m guessing it comes as a bit of a surprise to my mother.
my mother wants me to wear a ‘party dress.’
i am simply having none of it.
i will wear my favorite sunsuit or i won’t attend my own party.
the ‘party’ consists of a few neighborhood children
coming over to play and eat cupcakes topped with a candle on each one.
i am turning three. and the first signs of individuality and
hardheaded stubbornness are setting in early.
most little girls can’t wait to dress up.
the slip and the ruffles and the white socks and the
little black mary jane shoes.
not i. LOL. oh this english thing.
i prefer the comfort of a soft and friendly old sunsuit.
on my special day.
i instinctively know what thoreau advised in his classic piece of writing
“beware of any enterprise that requires a new suit of clothes!”
it seems according to the pictures of this great occasion
i got my way for this once.
i wasn’t usually that lucky.
my mother was a lovingly sweet pushover.
but my father was an EXTREMELY strict disciplinarian.
yes. even when i was three.
i was loved very much. i simply had to tow the line.
and i knew those lines. even at three. you DID NOT cross them.
but i’m getting off track.
lordy what’s new? you say!
not a bit happy are they?
as a matter of fact those faces are downright mean and miserable looking!
they were trussed up within an inch of their lives!
they had on like 9 layers of stupid petticoats
and then LONG bloomers under that
then scratchy black wool stockings
then laced up high tight shoes.
dear god in heaven.
if they ever caught fire or had to run . . .
not a pretty outcome.
don’t let the movies kid you.
even scarlett wasn’t all that happy.
all that parading around in all kinds of summer heat
wearing tons of material…
who thought that up? pray tell!
then along came miss coco chanel eventually
whew. a breath of fresh air in lungs that were no longer
bound by corsettes
CUT their hair???? YES!
and wear slacks???? YES!
oh the amazing daring of it all!
the 20’s and 30’s were very liberating clothes wise.
well. a little liberation was better than no liberation!
here she is in one of her own happy outfits.
and she looks quite modern even for now.
it’s called “timeless” i think.
i like her friend too.
we managed to go back to dowdy and contrived in the
40’s and 50’s.
slacks were suddenly taboo again.
if not taboo ~ then tolerated and looked down upon.
they were tolerated just fine when women worked for the
later . . .
katherine hepburn shocked all with her ‘slacks.’
how odd to think of that now.
women were so restricted. we had to look just so.
women looked older than their ages then i think.
they were expected to “look a certain way” again
for every kind of situation and occasion.
restrictions of what’s appropriate. what’s not.
and every lady was expected to wear a hat.
(though i’ve secretly always loved hats. still do.)
it’s what i still love about the english!
that when they dress up for something special they still
wear beautiful hats!
then came the ‘swingin’ 60’s!’ and liberation in the way of
freedom from the hip and happy U.K.!!!
yay mary quant! and twiggy! and the beatles!
this was ‘my time’
i was coming of age then and married so young.
still . . .
even married i caught the happy carefree fever of the 60’s!
the woodstock druggy scene escaped me though.
never figured out how that looked like fun.
a pensive twiggy in a london park
i wore knee socks and short grey shorts too.
and little smocks.
good times old bean. good times.
there was style with comfort combined.
twiggy in red
color was the key.
a joy of living. carefree.
and . . . i suppose . . . young.
but we WERE young!
then came the weird and almost costume party-ish 70’s and 80’s
tacky material and even tackier prints
loud and flashy and flamboyant
like the whole world was lost
and trying too hard
not to be found
just my personal opinion of course!!!
there are MANY MANY of you out there that loved it i’m sure.
it was your happiest time
just like the 60’s were my happiest time.
for me it was before bob got ill.
the late 70’s and 80’s i could forget. and never re-live.
see. it’s all relevant isn’t it?
and fashion marches on ~ whether we lose someone or not.
which brings me really to NOW.
and the gist of the post when i began.
i have come full circle.
i followed some trends. some i didn’t.
i always knew myself. and what i liked.
i never dressed to ‘fit in.’
it was what I LIKED.
and it was and always will be
about COMFORT to me!!!
even with everything
that’s wrong with this old world today
i’m so glad for one thing.
now we women finally can pretty much dress exactly how we want.
at least we can here in our western world.
some carry that freedom a bit too far. there are still body parts
that should be left to the imagination.
and there is still a look that screams “i’m cheap and can be had for very little”
by and large
we can be comfortable in what we wear and still
go into a nice restaurant or to a movie or an attraction of any kind
and not have to feel we have to
“dress up” or go “buy new clothes” for the enterprise as thoreau said.
i have always liked henry. a smart man.
it’s nice to dress up if you want to.
but what’s REALLY nice
is to finally have the CHOICE!
til soon old bean!
cheers to the old sun suit mentality!!! LOLOL