I do remember jellies plastic sandals. They were great and a few of us would swap at school so we could get to wear different colors. When are they coming back? Boys used to wear them too, but don’t seem to now.
Go-Go boots – Mary Burns had a pair in the first grade – 1963. She was the only girl in my class with those cool boots and I wanted a pair desperately but never got them. Hers were earlier than the shiny, stretchy white or black versions. They were mid-calf, white leather with a leather stack heel. How is that after almost 40 years, I still remember sitting in the class circle admiring her boots? Now I did get the Red Ball Jets… the white Keds-like shoes with the Red Ball on the back. Yep – had fishnets and windowpane stockings. How’d we keep our toes from going through those?
How about those square/flat clutch (vinyl or leather) purses with the metal rectangular handle cut into the middle near the top? Oh, I loved those crop tops with the ruffled bottom. How about mini skirts worn with a fat belt? And who can forget PF Flyers?! Made you run faster and jump higher! My favorite sneaks were a pair of denim colored Keds with orange laces. I wish I could find them available today. …
Does anyone remember windowpane stockings?
I am glad bell-bottoms and flare pants have made a come back. They are not as outrageous as the 60’s and 70’s version,but do feel great wearing them again. When I wear them I get great compliments by other women. The only way I can describe wearing bells and flares (I’m in my early 40’s) is that is like watching the sky lighten for a Disney Fourth of July celebration.
Remember the plastic “Jellies?” I had a brief moment with platforms…Painful and brief. My aunt bought me a brand new pair of plaid printed leather platforms. I wore them to school, and on my way down the metal stairs to lunch I busted my you-know-what. Everyone laughed for days at my expense. I laugh to myself when I think back. “Back” was in the late mid/late 70’s, but even to this day I never wear heels. And I don’t miss the corns either. Later, Ladies – Denise
Let’s not forget about shining up those bottlecaps by scraping them on the cement sidewalk till the name was erased. Then we’d choose our favorite crayon colors and melt the crayons in the caps over the stove. (What a mess for Mom!) The crayons really made the caps soar smoothly down the cement. Between handball and “skelly” I went through a pair of sneakers a month. And our fingers bled too until they became calloused from the caps. Winners kept the looser’s caps! Woodhaven rules!
We played stickball in the schoolyard of P.s. 209, Brooklyn. We never played with more than three people on a team. Our rules were simple, chalk box on the wall for the strikezone, no arguments there just look at the chalk on the ball. Hit the top of the fence on a fly and you had a double. Hit the bottom of the fence on the fly and you got a triple. Anywhere over the fence and you touched them all. No toe left on my Pro-Keds after a month. It’s too bad I can’t find anyone to play stickball with in Southern California. I’ll always be a Brooklyn boy at heart. Talking about this makes me want to get up and walk down to Nathan’s and get a bag of those greasy fries, nothing like it in the world.
When I was in college in the 70s, I convinced my father to give me money for the 5 1/2 inch green snakeskin platform shoes I fell in love with. My bargaining ploy was the fact that the shoes were the last pair and they were on sale – only $50, reduced from $75! some bargain, huh?!? But I loved those shoes!