I can't but my dolls might.

I love these so hard, it's crazy. I saw the images on some "retro hell" website and I was not appalled or horrified, I wanted like want has never wanted before. I begged my mother to let me dress like this when I was in elementary school because I loved this style and my mother refused to let me, probably thinking I had enough problems without parading around in outfits that were so horribly out of date (at the time). It took years, YEARS, to get my sister to let me wear her polyester purple houndstooth two-piece (dress and jacket) with gold chain trim Every time, she'd tell me it was too big for me (which is was, sure, she's four years older than me and tall for her age whereas I looked like I had a vitamin deficiency) until one glorious day she finally let me wear it, even though it was still too big for me but she was tired of me begging. I was so happy.







This. This is like a dream come true, it is so beautiful, truly. I saw this and gasped out loud. It took me all night to track down the source of the images too but I did it, oh hells yes I did. McCall's Needlework Magazine, Fall/Winter 1970-1971.


It rocks me like a hurricane. I would have so worn this, hat, stockings and all and I would have worn it proudly.