A Couple of Kinks in 60's Fashion

For weeks now I've been searching for just the right words to accompany the dreamy improbability of these mid-60s images. But I think after all they can do most of the talking for themselves.

The Kinks' drummer Mick Avory, endearingly wooden and the most ham-handed of dandies, models for Carnaby Street's John Stephen:





(Seen here with singer Kiki Dee.)


And teenage lead guitarist Dave Davies, adapting to the singular lack of props with leonine grace, notches up this Terylene campaign on his tally of adventures - sartorial and otherwise - in Swinging London. You could just tell that Dave would spend the remainder of the sixties not chatting up dollybirds, but assessing their outfits for Terylene content (doesn't it make you want to rush out and buy something in Terylene?)




Notice the intriguing ghostliness of his face in the middle image. I'm sad that the last picture had been cropped of text, and have also seen an ad from this series featuring a member of The Hollies. (Do you know of others? I'd adore to see them!)

Make It Sew

I stumbled upon this unquestionably wonderful piece of embroidery recently - it was captioned, quite rightly, "Set Phasers on Stunning" - and fell to romanticising about people clever enough, and passionate enough, to pay homage to Star Trek in textile form. I didn't go down the "why Carmen Miranda headdresses" path though, for who am I to question art?

Okay so in villa Silver Visions, Thursday nights are inviolate bastions of Next Generation viewing. If one of us has to be out that night, they expect a scene-by-scene recount the next morning. We'll fondly discuss plot points over the intervening week, but it kind of stops there. I've never considered undertaking a Star Trek craft project, and I think I can say that my true love hasn't either (though maybe he could write a song about them). But I'm so glad that there are people out there who felt compelled to share the joy, and picked up a needle - be it sewing, tapestry or knitting....

A pair of spocks!

Phaser embroidery (love the sound effect)

I admit that the quilts scare me a little, mostly because of the hours/days/weeks/months of work which must go into them (which is why all quilts intimidate me) - also because I don't think I'd necessarily sleep that well beneath any Enterprise personnel. But I do love this threadwork giving the effect of transporter beams....


And so, on to the Next Generation:

cross-stitch

charming simplicity - brilliant colour choice

And my personal favourite....

Perfect!

Bad hair day in Ponyville

I'm sure it's occurred to many of you that manufacturing toys with long, flowing hair which looks magnificent in retail packaging, but approaches haystack status after a few days of enthusiastic play, is kind neither to young children nor their families ("Mummy, her hair looks yucky, please fix it").  And it's not a simple matter of brushing.  Toys with long hair require particular and focused attention . . . which isn't as bad as it sounds. I found that after you set up and get into the groove of detangling, it's quite therapeutic.

Gather together a ruffianly assortment of ponies.  I did my daughters' three worst contenders the other day, which is what inspired me to share this - I only wish I'd photographed those three before I started, because they looked SO much worse than the ones next in line for treatment.  But these will give you some idea.  Matted and rough, with hair going in every direction except straight down.  Well loved.  But looking as if they've stumbled out of a nightclub at dawn.

 You don't need much to fix them up though - 

• just some water

• and a nice soft towel
• a bowl or dish 
• a spoon
• a measuring cup (I used a 1/2 cup measure, which is good for quite a few ponies - a tablespoon would do if you only have one or two to treat)
• a comb - preferably a nylon comb with slightly flexible teeth, rather than a harsh rigid plastic one
• fabric conditioner/softener

Years ago I used to buy a Green Apple fragranced version which blissed me out every time I inhaled.  I can't get that where I live now, so a generic lavender scented version sufficed quite pleasantly.  Why fabric conditioner and not hair conditioner?  Well, hair conditioner is formulated to suit organic human hair, but most toys have synthetic hair strands, to which fabric conditioner is better suited. 

 

• oh, and fingers.  Patient fingers.

Things you may possibly need at the end of the process:

• a kettle or electric jug

 

• a reasonable amount of spatial awareness

Okay, now to get started!

Measure equal amounts of water (plain tap water is fine) and fabric conditioner.  Pour each into a bowl or small dish.  Stir for a few moments to blend.

Now take your first candidate.  Examine the pony's hair and remove any plaits, elastic bands, sticks, burrs . . . whatever you might find in there.  Decide whether you prefer to begin at the mane or the tail, and immerse that part gently in your conditioner mixture.  Be careful not to dunk the whole head (or rump) - it's best not to give liquid a chance to enter the body of the toy.  You can use your fingers to work the conditioner up to the roots of the hair.  Hold the pony over the bowl and squeeze the hair gently to remove excess.

Now take the comb and settle in to a comfortable seat, with the towel folded in your lap.  You can lay the pony on the towel or hold it above it in case of drips - either way, your clothes/furnishings are protected.

If the hair is only a little scruffy, you may be able to work the comb through it.  Begin at the ends, very gently.  If you hit a snag, stop.  Don't try to pull the comb through - you could end up removing an entire plug of hair or at least a strand or two.  Your children will notice.  Trust me on this.

If the hair is actually in a revolting clump though (like Glitter Glide's was), the only method to use is to separate the hair a few strands at a time, by hand.  Start as close to the source of an edge strand as your fingers can go, and gently work the strand free from the mass.  Although this sounds tedious it's actually pretty satisfying, and not too time-consuming - the worst mane took me only ten minutes to detangle using this technique. 

 After this the hair will look untangled, but still kind of wild.

And what a pleasure it is to gently comb it smooth.  Again, be sure not to tug.  If you've missed a little knot, work it out with your fingers and then run the comb through again.

Now repeat the process for the tail.

The hair is now ready to be rinsed under running water.  Take the towel with you and leave it near the tap, you can gently wrap the mane and tail in a layer of towel and squeeze out excess water, then dry any water on the body of the pony.  I find it best not to rinse the conditioner mix out too thoroughly - a little residue helps to keep some weight and smoothness.  Don't rub the hair dry, unless you're motivated by a burning desire to untangle it again any time soon.

 Rinse the comb as well to remove conditioner, then comb through the mane and tail so that they flow in the direction you want.  I combed the ends up around one finger, to add a little curl.  You could set them on a curler if you want a ringlet effect.  Now the pony can be set aside to dry - it won't take too long - and you can start on the next one.

Brush or comb the hair out when dry - or give your child that satisfying job - not since Marcia Brady took poor awkward Molly under her wing has a makeover been greeted with greater acclaim in our house!

Regarding the kettle - this is for hair which needs that touch of extra help.  Even after conditioning, detangling and rinsing, little Rainbow Dash here still looked slightly untidy.  I'd read that plastic hair can be tamed with boiling water, and decided to risk putting it to the test.  You'll only need a very small amount of water, and the aforementioned spatial awareness.  Seriously, you don't want to lose concentration here - one hand is going to be close to boiling water.  Lay the pony in your kitchen sink - heatproof, moisture proof - and carefully trickle water from the kettle over her hair for a few seconds.  If you're holding on to the toy, be careful to keep your hands above the area where the water is aimed.  Blot again, comb again - you should find the hair a little more malleable now, while it's still hot.  I was able to make her mane curl up around my finger so she looked "finished".  (And of course please make sure that no child comes near the boiling kettle or heated water.)  

Also, Thistle Whistle's tail had been braided for some months and held the kinks even after conditioning and combing.  The boiling water treatment relaxed the fibres - I repeated it several times for her, combing the tail straight each time, and eventually barely a ripple remained. Looking good, ponies.

The Real Astro Boy

I came across a vintage photograph on eBay today which has me captivated. Although its link to vintage textiles is tenuous at best, what we can see of the subject's collar indicates he's wearing a pretty damn groovy shirt so he merits a place here. Besides, I think he's absolutely awesome.

Who knew that Astro Boy was based on a human prototype? And his original name wasn't Tetsuwan Atomu at all - it was Kenneth.

Indignity In Extremis - His'n'Hers Fashion

If Time would part its swirling mists at just the right place we might witness the admirable thriftiness of a pioneer woman transforming a pair of worn-out curtains or an irresistably priced (if fairly unpleasantly patterned) width of cloth into a serviceable shirt for her husband, and an apron or shirtwaist for herself.

The paucity of professional photographers available in frontier towns, coupled with the pioneering man's innate self-respect, resulted in a sad dearth of early images commemorating this clothing phenomonen (if you have any - please get in touch!) but that frugal long-ago seamstress has a lot to answer for.

At least that's my theory, although others believe the questionable sartorial custom of couples wearing matching outfits to be of extra-terrestrial origin....


Mid-century his'n'hers (or "partner dressing") had an undeniable charm, a soda fountain wholesomeness of innocent teen commitment which was the logical extension of letter sweaters and class rings. Adolescents could get away with (and look adorable) wearing matching pieces of knitwear which brought just the right degree of unity to otherwise completely different outfits....




Then, as now, it was when they went for head-to-toe co-ordination that warning lights began to flash....


Resort wear and Hawaiian themed clothing have long been beloved by his'n'hers designers - of course it becomes difficult to lose a family member in an unfamiliar place if they're wearing the same bold pattern as you are....

Throughout the 1960s his'n'hers style remained on an even keel, retaining its air of sunny naïveté... although one gets the feeling that the female partner was always the instigator, at least the fellows continued to handle the look with relative aplomb....

Cue the 70s - Sexual Revolution - Liberation - nothing shouted "equality" more categorically than a confident woman strutting out in the same outfit as her man. Much of the time both of them looked fabulous....








But there were always going to be exceptions. These usually involved jumpsuits....




Apparently they ran out of wool before they could draft a "shorts for him" pattern - if only he didn't look so pleased about it....


When the 80s came around a natural consequence of architectural shoulder pads and power dressing for women was the cruel emasculation of men by means of fashion. The tables abruptly turned, and where the previous decade's his'n'hers style had been about women having empowering fun with adaptations of what their men were wearing, suddenly men found themselves being dressed up in barely altered versions of womens clothes. And although they obediently bobbed along on the tide, they weren't happy about it.

A penny for his thoughts....



No longer did matching outfits state a simple "we're together".

Now they screamed possessively "he's mine - you can't have him." To which the unspoken response was "if he dresses like that you can keep him - I don't want him."

This is the period in which you'll notice the male partner no longer smiles into the camera - sometimes he manages to force some kind of upward-curving oral grimace but his eyes are invariably either resentful or brimming with panic....





The passion for his'n'hers dressing is almost extinct in the Western world these days, (or executed so subtly that no-one notices . . . a couple strolling along wearing white t-shirts and jeans doesn't draw a second glance) with the notable exception of one high profile pair who obviously derive such joy from dressing alike that it might just come back into vogue one day soon....



In fact in the not-too-distant future every man and his dog may again proudly sport his'n'hers outfits....