Throwback Thursday #21 & JusJoJan – Sense of Style

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Maggie and Lauren’s brainchild. This week Maggie has chosen the promt she wants us to explore how we developed our personal sense of style.

I was the last of a large family and so all my clothes until I was at least ten were all hand me downs! My next sister Frankie was and is an amazing needlewoman, start to make me clothes about then. School was less of a problem because there were very strict rules about uniform. Juniors wore blue summer dresses , white socks and brown sandels. Winter, white blouse, gymslip brown knee length socks and brown lace up shoes. Senior school we wore white blouse, school tie and in winter a jumper. All skirts had to be on the knee and the nuns often measured them and woe betide anyone who’s skirt came up short!

photo from Facebook page of my old school.

The above photo shows the uniforms worn in our school. I don’t have any photos of me at school so I am not in this one.

Oh! I have found one of my first communion…we all had to dress in whit wear a viel and white shoes. I am the second from the left in the front row with my hand to my mouth giggling ☺️… probably got told off for that .

First communion not really fashion but it was what we had to wear!

image from here not me but very much my style.

Back in the day, when I was a teen
Pyscodelia was the scene
Mini dresses in patterns bold
In black and white not green or gold.
It made no difference if skies were grey
Black and white coloured my day.
Not for me those paisley prints
Nor huge glasses with outrageous tints.
No I was a Twiggy girl
Black white my patterns swirl.
So before my memories fade to grey
I’ll witter on about back in the day.

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I started work at 15yrs and trained to be a window dresser, in the boutiques I started in I had discount on anything I bought and I loved my Middie coats that were Maxi on me ( luckily both in fashion) hotpants, long and short dresses flares and straight trousers you name it I tried it! My beautiful and clever sister Frances made my wedding dress! As I stepped out of the wedding car Dad stepped on my train and the zip was pulled…. Frankie needle and cotton always to hand sewed me up before we went into the church 🙂

When I was married first with young children I wore trousers and tops and as often as possible no shoes!

infamous train © willowdot21.
1950’s I am the baby © willowdot21.

I have had long hair, short spiky hair, medium, straight, curly, all colours even two colours! Nowadays I settle for red hair out of a bottle I have to admit! Nice nails and comfortable clothes.

© willowdot21.

Have a lovely day everyone. 💜

Throwback Thursday #8 – Collections.

This week it is Lorraine at LSSATTITUDEOFGRATITUDE . To choose the prompt for Throwback Thursday Memory Blog hop. Next week Maggie at FROMTHECAVEWALLS will return, as they

Participation is easy. Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments. You can use the photo above in your post and tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen to make it easier for others to find. If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below!

This week’s prompt is: Collections – Take this prompt wherever it leads you.

I have never been much of a collector, as a child I did collect dolls from different countries but to be honest that was more my sisters and mum’s idea than mine I just went along for the ride . Really from when I could read words , poems, lyrics and music have been my collections. So here are three of my favourite collection pieces.

The Collecter of bones

Image Fond Here

For  the longest  time  the child  had  collected bones  and dead insects.

Body parts she  cut  from animals  so  she could learn  how  they  worked .

Not  dead  animals  the  organs  had  to  be alive  and pumping

Warm and  growing,  breathing , flowing.

It  had  started  with  a bone  collection  but  she had  needed  to have  more knowledge.

She  collected  spiders  and  insects  from the hedge .

Soon  cats and  dogs went  missing , they’d disappear?

Her  mother shut  her eyes  to what  she guessed, keeping  silent her fear.

The  child  spent  less and  less  time  at home

She  preferred to be in the woods foraging  on her  own.

Then  the odd  baby   disappeared  from  it’s cot

The  need  for  learning   was  all that mattered  to  the swot.

One  day  she was gone,  she  did not  return home

The  child  had  decided  it  was time  to roam.

With  necklaces of  eyes  and  ears  and trinkets  made of  bone

She traveled  the word  her  skills to  practice  and hone.

bone collector.

Image Found Here

 Lock  your  windows , close  your  doors

She  is out  there  crossing  fields  and  moors

She is  bigger now  and  stronger

Only  harvests  what  she needs, keeps her donors  alive  longer

What  made  the child want  to  collect this  way

The  thirst  for  knowledge  one  might  say.

Or  maybe  pure  evil invaded  her  whole

She  was  such a  beauty  in  body  but not in soul.

Beware  when out on  day or  night

Beware  those eyes  so angelic  a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She  will not  spare  you  and  that is  the truth!

She is only out to collect

So lock your doors and your loved ones protect.

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The Hairdresser the soul collector

Image from Pixabay

At the hairdressers, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip.

Towel drying your tresses then combing out the knots slick slick

Time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair, clip clip clip.

Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig.

Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black no sugar, please sip sip sip .

Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip

Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click click.

Are you holidaying this year?on safari, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip.

The junior brings the coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip.

Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.

A tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick

Time to pay into your purse you dip zip zip zip

And a tip yes, another dip dip dip !

cutting your souls

Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.

Couples too come for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair.

They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.

They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair.

I make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare.

They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.

They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.

They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share.

As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.

I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair stair.

This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing air air air air.

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The Dream collector.

Image here

Every night while we sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

It is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of dispair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us and avoiding the light.

Once like us she walked in the light

Before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Moon to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams in hope her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

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Thank you for reading.

Throw Back Thursday: Learning to drive.

Lauren and Maggie have come up with is great idea for a new prompt.

Welcome to the first edition of the Throwback Thursday Memory BlogHop where we take on a nostalgic object, event, or memory and blog about it.  This week Maggie chose the topic, “learning to drive.”

Let’s see what the law in the UK says.

You can apply for a provisional driving licence when you’re 15 years and 9 months old. You can start driving a car when you’re 17. You can drive a car when you are 16 if you get, or have applied for, the enhanced rate of the mobility component of Personal Independence Payment (PIP). Personal Independence Payment (PIP) can help you with some of the extra costs if you have a long term physical or mental health condition or disability.

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Now neither my mum or dad ever drove or even had a car! It was bike, bus, tube, train or shankses pony for us. We did live in London so it was not too difficult to get about.

I met my husband went I was thirteen and he was driving his dad’s car about when he could borrow it. He was the grand old age of just seventeen. We got married when I was seventeen, 50yrs ago last Saturday. We could not afford for me to learn to drive as the lessons were too expensive on our small budget.

We moved to Devon from London and I managed to walk, bus, train myself around again. After a year or so hubby was transferred back to London so I didn’t even have a car to learn in. ( I had to say behind in Devon because we had to sell our bungalow and find a house)

Back up south at the age of twenty four hubby tried to teach me in our beautiful ford Capri.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Ours was plain beige.

All I can say is it was a disaster. I save up for lessons but I always seemed to get very stressed out before a test.

It took me over ten years and eight failed tests before I passed. By the time I passed it was like magic.. I could do the shopping, no more need to lug it home, no just throw it in the boot. Be taxi driver to the boys, visit family and friends. I tell you all the worry all the embarrassment all the failure was worth it. I never looked back.

I got there in the end 💜

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