<p>burned 'em</p>
<p>In the mid 1960’s while living in Iran, the Iranian men customarily wore suits or suit coats with pants over (usually) white shirts which were buttoned at the neck but had no ties and were collarless. So now you know where that ghastly look (that is big in this country) originated. lol.</p>
<p>Shoes are the thing that separates our version from theirs, in that they wore their lace-up oxfords with the heels crushed inward, making them more like slippers – so much easier to enter and emerge from the mosques, bare feet being mandatory inside! </p>
<p>If I start seeing that modifcation much around here I’LL know that we are in for a new chapter in US history.</p>
<p>Just the other day I was thinking about slips under dresses and the worry that “your slip is showing”. I am sure my D has never heard that expression. Late-60s, early 70s here, so no pants in school until my Senior year. Off to college in black leotards and jeans. I loved my clark wallabees back then, just got a new pair last fall!</p>
<p>The pictures wouldn’t be bad because they were from the front, tsdad!</p>
<p>How about the full length unitards with hot pants over them? That was about eighth grade for me. O M G</p>
<p>Did anyone else have those ankle high moccasins that had fringe around the ankle and tied? Those were very popular when I was in college.</p>
<p>What about those Indian sandals? They were brown, had a strap around the top of the foot and had a little toe ring for your big toe…they had a name but I can’t remember what it was. Available at every “accessory” shop that sold those Indian print bedspreads.</p>
<p>^^^I remember my sister and her friends wearing those sandals.</p>
<p>Did anyone else have a “pixie” haircut as a little girl in the 60’s? </p>
<p>We always called any type of rubber sole shoes “tennis shoes”, kinda still do.<br>
The big decision in the spring was red Keds or blue keds. White was never an option…smart Mom.</p>
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<p>OMG, if I ever want to make my mother dissolve in guilt, I just mention how much I hated my pixie haircut. My sister had beautiful strawbery blonde, naturally curly hair that was about shoulder length. I had straight, brown, tangledy hair, so I was given a pixie.</p>
<p>My mom made me get a pixie haircut too. It’s the main reason my hair has NEVER been short in my adult life.</p>
<p>Me too. Ugh. Still have longish hair. Past shoulder length. Hated, hated, hated that pixie. I had it on and off from K - 3rd grade until I refused to go to school if I had to wear one.</p>
<p>Not only was the pixie an awful haircut…but growing your hair OUT of a pixie was horrible. </p>
<p>OK…on that topic…remember wig hats?</p>
<p>Joining a number of the older folk here: Elementary school: a pixie haircut after a lifetime of very long hair (nearly killed my dad and I regretted it immediately–I think we need a Pixie Cut Survivors Group here). Junior high (but only outside school, which prohibited pants on girls): stirrup pants topped with an oversized v-necked mohair sweater that itched, usually with a white turtleneck underneath–either a actual one or a “dickey”. High school yearbook picture: a Villager crew neck sweater in a “heather” orange (“heather” colors were toned down, almost with a greyish cast), a white Peter Pan collared blouse underneath, a circle pin on the collar, hair with long bangs and a “flip”. I have very wavy hair and the hairstyle was maintained by washing my hair and then sleeping with wet hair that dried overnight in giant plastic rollers with bangs held down with a heavy application of Dippity-Do and pink tape–this EVERY NIGHT. College: bell-bottomed jeans, preferably worn and holey, and a tie-dyed tee or maybe a “Mexican” embroidered peasant blouse, if the previous night’s activities made contact lens insertion (only hard lenses in those day) out of the question, round granny glasses, and, in the winter, a “maxicoat” that was actually a pretty practical solution for a New England winter, except when the hemline brushed through the slush. By the time my college graduation picture was taken (which was a casual, posed-sitting-on-a-rock thing), the hair wasn’t much different, just a little looser, and I wore “hip hugger” jeans with a wide belt, topped off with a skinny floral blouse, made out of some stretchy fabric, tucked in tightly. What clothes and hair will our college students be reminiscing about in 30 or 40 years?</p>
<p>^^my kids…anything with someone’s name on it…hollister, american eagle, aeropostale, PINK. I also think my kids have a t-shirt for all 365 days of the year from school and sports. And those STUPID Ugg boots. (sorry, i know some people like them, but i have always thought they rated right up there with those weird moccasins Thumper described.) oh…and crocs!</p>
<p>It’s too bad we don’t have a gallery to post all our psyche damaging Pixe pics!</p>
<p>I had the pixie pre-k thru second grade. By my third grad picture all my hair had managed to grow just below my ears. By fifth grade (1973), I had the next big thing…the shag.</p>
<p>Well done, MommaJ, well done!! Your post is almost like that dance evolution guy…</p>
<p>All the way through elementary school (fifties and early sixties), a pixie cut right before summer camp. Then the hair would grow in over the next year, until I could put it in a ponytail and it was time for the next pixie cut. And my mother was really awful when it came to trimming my bangs.</p>
<p>And jeans were called “dungarees.”</p>
<p>Oh, the hair torture chamber! Now with layered cuts, flat iron, hand held hair dryers, French braids for bad hair days, Japanese straightening and my D’s embrace of her “pre-Raphaelite” curls made much nicer by current “product” the dippity doo and tape routine is no more.</p>
<p>As I said, I just gave up and ironed my hair. A wonderful day.</p>
<p>Oy. My mom forced the pixie cut on me too! I promptly covered it was a bandana. Oh, and did I mention I was wearing cat’s eye glasses at the time? Way too much humiliation for a six-year-old.</p>
<p>I forgot about the cat’s eye glasses. How could anyone have thought them fashionable? I still wince when I go through family photo albums and see those glasses. (At least my mother wore them too, and they made her look awful as well…)</p>
<p>(Raises hand) may I join the forced pixie support group? Definitely not a good look for me. </p>
<p>Going back a few pages, Sephora’s dry shampoo was a godsend last year when DD had a broken right arm and very long hair. The daily kitchen sink shampoo & required styling got old fast, and it helped stretch it out another day. Or then again maybe I should have just cut her hair in a pixie…</p>
<p>My mom went to beauty school in the sixties, so I had the very first London cut (think Twiggy) in my dinky town.</p>