Happy Friday! I am glad it is Friday, but sadly, that means that the Rewind is over. Boo hiss. But, I think it has been a great success and I am so thankful for all who participated and those who tuned in to check it out! Friday also means that I have randomly picked the winner of the ridiculously expensive prizes! Yes, technology was thrown out the window and I stuck my hand in a bowl filled with the participants' names and poof....the winner is....drum roll...DIANNA! Congrats! Let's have a look what she has won....
|1970 Better Homes & Garden Hardback|
|Whooo! Totally 70s Man!|
Since announcing this 1970s Rewind, I have periodically posted photos of myself, my family, as well as 1970s "stuff" that are significant to me. So, today I am posting a few more "me" pictures. The first picture is of my mother, my sister, and me at Christmas circa 1977 maybe. We are wearing the skirts my mom made for us...another Holly Hobbie type outfit. I remember them being really thick, like they were padded.
One more picture of me as a kid. Here I am...not happy. Obviously this photo was taken before my sister decided to play Beauty Shop Barbie on me.
Well, for my Rewind Project, I used this vintage sewing pattern. Actually, finding this pattern is really what inspired this event. This Simplicity pattern is from 1971. It was intact and surprisingly easy to follow. I made bag 2 as well as matching SPATS! Yes, spats! They turned out so cool! I'm convinced the Brady girls wore spats instead of matching boots all the time. Think about it, spats to match all your skirts and you wouldn't have to wear boots! The spats just go over your shoes and make them look like boots! Is that cool or what?! What do you think?
|Marcia Marcia Marcia!|
I was a child in the 1970s. My recollections are obviously different from those who were teens or even adults back then. My childhood was filled with watching television, movies, playing outside in the country with my friends and relatives, riding bikes, go carts, and swimming at our town pool....even though I was convinced Jaws lived in the drain. I also remember my mom working so hard. She had to. She raised my sister and me alone. My father died just one month shy of my second birthday. He was thirty-one years old. It was 1972. This post is dedicated to my parents...they were both superheroes.