I well remember most of those fashions. Anyone remember ‘loons’? I would have loved to have been kitted out in the latest trends, but most of my clothes were either cast offs from daughters of my mum’s friends, or finds from a jumble sale. Probably explains why I find charity shops so tempting! Such treasures to be found. I can sympathise with those affected by the spilled oil and the French dressing. Many years ago, I brought friends home for dinner, having put the meal in the oven on a timer setting. Opened the door to find that our two dogs had got bored while we were out, and dug a hole in the middle of the sofa. Looked like a snowstorm, shredded foam everywhere. Managed to get it cleared up enough so that we could have dinner. The main course was lovely, and I’d put a crumble in to cook while we were eating. Unfortunately, with all the excitement, I’d forgotten to switch the oven back to manual, and the pudding was only half cooked.
I once cooked the Christmas turkey with the teatowel I'd been drying it with still inside. That was the same year I stored the trifle in the oven as there was no space in the fridge. And yes, I forgot it was there and switched the oven on. One Christmas that will forever come back to haunt me.
Ah yes, Loon pants! £2.50 a pair, so it must have been post-decimalisation in 1971. I think I acquired about 8 pairs during the years they were available. Black, grey, pink, navy, bottle green, brown, white and an incredibly vivid yellow pair, with a matching fitted jacket with black lapels and buttons. I must've looked like one of those licquorice allsorts.
Superb, @Tinkerton! Trifle in the oven reminds me of the time my famed baked Alaska went wrong. I prewhipped the egg whites to save time at the last minute, but they’d flopped when I came to use them, and I had no back up spares. Tried valiantly to make it work, but although the meringue sort of set and browned, the ice cream partly melted and the end result was a slightly soggy mess of raspberries and home made sponge cake. It still tasted good, and one guest kindly remarked that I could have just called it hot trifle, and got away with it!
I was definitely wearing my navy ‘loons’ in 1971, once with a yellow jumper. A Finnish acquaintance told me I looked like a Swedish flag. The ends of the trousers used to trail on the ground though, despite my massive cork soled mules, and got a bit frayed along the hems!
Anyone remember the jackets that were a suede body but with woolly arms? I had one in a quite vile rust colour, which went horribly with the egg-yolk yellow loons.
If we had met at that time, I would probably have wetted myself and cried on seeing your outfit. Seen that I was born in 1971, that reaction applied to most situations I guess.
There are two that live just around the corner from me. The lady has them as semi show dogs and spends a minimum of 4 hours a week brushing each one. They are quite a show when walking up the road, hair all bouncing.
