Reminiscing...the Catalogue Days
Last week I unexpectedly got two women's clothing catalogues in the post. I took them out of their cellophane and while flipping through I had a flashback to when I was little. (This is where everything gets that hazy yellow glow, and you can imagine the narrator from Wonder Years if you want, but I'm a girl.)
I remember watching some fine late 1970s television - because it was the late 1970s, don't laugh! - on a massive wooden cabinet set on moss green carpet at my grandmother's house, when I was called in to the kitchen by my mom and aunts. They had that excited sing-song voice that indicated I was going to get something. I entered the kitchen with dilated pupils and saw the new Simpsons Sears spring/summer catalogue on the table. It was opened to a page with three girls in ponytails, each wearing a different version of a pastel and white outfit with a big flower on it somewhere. Pink, baby blue, and I think lilac. All in glorious polyester of course. Everything was. We were lucky that way then.
I was a bit torn trying to choose one. I liked that the lilac was a dress and the pink a top and skirt, but I really loved the baby blue and it was a pant suit. I was a dress girl, what to do. I don't remember actually owning any of those outfits, maybe the choice wound up being an unsurmountable challenge.
Girls today have no idea just how lucky they are....