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And a little fiction by Miguela Holt y Roybal

Miguela Holt y Roybal

Miguela Holt y Roybal
Location
New Mexico, USA
Birthday
March 10
Title
Monarch of All She Surveys
Company
Good
Bio
Miguela Holt y Roybal is my maiden name en Espanol. I am a retired schoolteacher and aspiring author looking for crumbs of beauty among the ruins. My novel has been a work in progress for longer than I care to admit. It is a postmodern pastiche of magical realism and about a young woman from New Mexico who goes to work in Washington, DC during the 1980s. She has been a longtime witness to the secret rituals of the Penitente culture in her home state and learns about herself and redemption as she sallies forth on her quest for novelty and adventure. I claim fair useage of images found on the internet that illustrate some of my posts. All contents copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved.

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Budding Beauty Wanted for Stealing Kisses:

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Becoming a woman in commercial mid-twentieth century America 

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(Miguela Holt y Roybal by noted portrait artist John de la Vega, 1973)

Budding Beauty

My mother was a very pretty lady and if I am at all attractive I can thank her for that but she was what we call in New Mexico una ranchera--a ranch girl.  Jewelry and makeup did not interest her and so she was not a model for glamor.  She wore her hair in a pixie cut that looked like Moe Howard and didn't pluck her eyebrows. 

It must have been her Catholic upbringing that made her rail against the sin of vanity and she would fuss at me whenever she caught me looking at myself in the mirror.  She hated make up and I remember long arguments with her about it even as a very young girl.  Mother had some beautiful Cuban ladies for friends, though, stylishly coiffed, whose dramatic eyes were so pretty beneath their thin arched brows.  I wanted to be like them.

Tussy Powder mitt

Like most children born in the 1950s and living in the suburbs, I was a TV kid and got most of my ideas about everything from it including beauty. There were commercials for a line of cosmetics for little girls made by Tussy that was called Budding Beauty and I saw my friends unwrap these delicious pink confections at birthday parties and for Hannukah and longed to have them but knew mother would never permit me. 

The Marx toy company made a little vanity to match the Budding Beauty cosmetics.  I wanted it so much but the thing cost $12.99 and would have cut into the money needed to buy scotch.  Sometimes my sisters and I had new clothes but more often than not we wore hand-me-downs from the Cuban refugees. 

"A little girl becomes a lovely lady with a vanity all her own."

Budding Beauty Vanity 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNrIiEqC29o

One time at a department store, mother bought a child's black patent leather purse that had a bottle of toilet water in it.  It was the most beautiful and cunning little thing I had ever seen.  I thought it was for me and was crestfallen when she wrapped it up to give to the daughter of one of the Cuban ladies for her birthday. 

Very Personally Yours

All over the world, the transition from girlhood to womanhood is sudden and marked by menarchy.   By the time I was ready to learn womanly facts of life, The Walt Disney Studios had produced an animated film, The Story of Menstruation.  Public schools and the paper products industry no longer trusted womenfolk to inform girls about changes in their bodies and began educating young women on the modern view of the menstrual experience. That can be understood. 

disneymenstruation

My parents were educated and left the matter to the discretion of the public schools, but I had a cousin, another ranchera, who was so baffled and frightened by her period that she thought she was dying and hid her panties from her mother for months.  I watched this movie in the auditorium of Highland View Elementary School with my female classmates:

After the movie, we were given pink shoeboxes distributed by the Kotex company that contained pamplets, a couple of sanitary napkins, and an elastic belt with hooks and plastic teeth to hold the things in place.  I raced home to try it on.  It was soon a tangled mess after playing on the swings and jumping rope so my mother made me throw the whole contraption away by the end of the day.

Envious Not Vain

I still don't understand my mother about the trappings of feminine pulchritude and many other issues we have battled about.  I believe she was envious.  She forbade me and my three sisters from shaving our legs, under our arms, or from wearing makeup until the very day we were to turn sixteen and was vigilant about it inspecting our faces for that little hint of pink rouge or lip gloss to slap it off.  My sisters and I never went to the beauty shop; mother cut our hair herself and had no training so you can imagine what my 'do looked like by the time she was done.  It was definitely a don't!

Once just shy of the age of mother's makeup/hair removal consent, I was invited to the Santa Fe Country Club to swim by my friend Jaime and I spent the night before at her house.  There was her dad's double-sided safety razor on the shelf and next to it his shaving cup and brush.  I mixed up the lather, inhaled its fresh scent, brushed on the microsuds, and shaved those hairy gams.  An inexperienced shaver, I cut myself before I was through, and Jaime showed me how to use the stiptic pencil to stop the bleeding.  There was to be sure a beating to pay for disobeying mother, but I had pretty legs at the country club that day and kept on shaving. 

The London Look

Once I turned sixteen I got a job teaching aerobics at the local gym and so I spent the money I earned huffing and puffing with fat ladies on makeup and clothes.  Always there was the ubiquitous TV where teenaged girls learned about the latest fashions from England and that were worn by The Beatles' girlfriends such as actress  Jane Asher and model Patty Boyd.

Jane in funky bedroom 

(Jane Asher, then girlfriend of Beatle Paul McCartney.  Google Images.)

Patty_Boy_George_Harrison 

(English model Patty Boyd with George Harrison.  Google Images.)

No one exemplified The London Look better than model Jean Shrimpton.

Jean Shrimpton silly curls 

Unless you bring up adorable Leslie Hornsby also known as Twiggy.

Twiggy 

Here are a couple of commercials I admired that were aired during the popular series The Monkees:

  Yardley Wanted A

 Wanted for Stealing Kisses

Yardley of London made the most beautiful makeup and in very lovely packaging.  Pastel stripes in pinks and blues and lavenders adorned with tiny black curlicues.   I had the little eye makeup kit on a key chain that was shown in the commercial and how I wish I had kept the used compact.  To buy even used Yardley of London cosmetics on ebay is very expensive indeed and when something mint in box shows up, the bidding is fierce.

I remember this two page magazine spread for Slickers.  The model was very mod in her white patent leather cap with the transparent visor.  She was looking askance and much more like a glamorous international spy than the cunning thief that was implied in the headline.  “Wanted for Stealing Kisses” it read.  “She slides a Slicker under.  She slides a Slicker Over.  She Slides a Slicker Alone.  Caution:  She Carries Her Ammunition in a Secret Liplighter:  a small ingenious little case for kissing.  One end holds a Slicker.  The other end a London Look Lipstick in one of five man-trapping colors.  Confidential:  Want To Be Wanted, Too?  Get Slickers by Yardley at your nearest drug or department store then give up at once and get the reward: Kisses! Kisses! Kisses!  Isn’t It Fun To Be Wanted?  Yardley of London, Inc.” 

Slicker Under, Slicker Over, Slicker Alone

Yardley Slicker Whistle

A clever little lipstick on a chain with a whistle was quite stylish .

pot o gloss 

Yardley's Pot-o-gloss was the first time I had seen lipstick that was not in a tube.

Slicker Heaven

A heaven of Slickers!

Now I'm a Mother

Whenever I told the story about my mother and her rules about makeup and hair removal, my students would gasp with disbelief.  I asked them what they thought I did with my own daughters once I became a mother myself and was surprised when they suggested that I would behave like my mother.  Wrong!  I told them. 

When my daughters started complaining about hair on their legs, we went to the drugstore where I bought them the pretty pink razers and the pink foaming gel.  Their eyebrows were professionally groomed at the beauty shop when their hair was cut and it was appropriate.  Girl time is spent having makeovers and facials.  For the prom, I brought in a professional to do my daughters' hair at home and included their friends. 

Beauty culture has brought my daughters and me closer in a way that my own mother never would have understood.  My girls have MUCH more confidence than I did as a result of my mothering style.  They are naturallybeautiful and don't need to wear makeup but they are so gorgeous and I am proud to see them in new dresses all made up for their dates.

 

 

   

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That first picture is the girl I fell in love with forty six years ago.
Awesome article! You bring back the yesteryear as it was yesterday. Thank you for the reminder. I never had daughters, but would have pampered them as you did your daughters. That is only right.
I remember all of this and I sold a half bottle of yardley of london for about 150 bucks 5 years ago on Ebay..:)
Herbal Essebce is nother big one.
Great blog.. HUGGGGGGGG
I'll return to read this once more, but off the cuff I can say I doubt if the artist did justice to the young girl he painted. I suspect you are more beautiful than your portrait.
♥R
Miguela, I feel this happened in my family as well, though after all these years, well, who cares anymore? My own mother was a beautiful, vital, queenly woman, whose mother before was religiously strict. She did not prevent me from wearing cosmetics, but neither did she create a "mother passes the torch to daughter" ritual. All daughters need to hear it from their mothers: "You are beautiful, my daughter." It is a different thing than a man's admiration. Anyway, thanks for reminding me, and thank you for your equally beautiful writing.
I was never very good at the talking thing the same as my mom, while my sisters girls knew what a vagina was by 5 years old...I am the only in my family too that regularly wore/wears makeup. I don't know what this has to do with anything I guess you have left me very thoughtful. Good for you for showing your girls the way...
I can't believe you got me to spend nine minutes watching "The Story of Menstruation."

Glad you haven't passed on your mother's attitude to your own daughters,

Congrats on the EP!
I think this is a common storyline for those of us born and raised on the cusp between the 50's and 60's. I love your descriptions Miguela and the rash decision to shave no matter the consequences. I did the same. I feared my parents, mostly my mother, in a way I hope my children never did. I was always behind the times as a result. (My gogo boots were a year out of date - so uncool). My parents NEVER would have sprung for a portrait! You lucky little girl. ;)

Similar to what you describe, I have wonderful memories of sharing these rights of passage with my daughter as she expressed her interest -- AND I have a portrait of the two of us. Who says we can't learn from adversity?
Great article. Brought back many memories and most of them painful. I like this sentence.."My girls have MUCH more confidence than I did as a result of my mothering style. " My mother hurt me and still does. I just spent the day with her and I am depleted. I feel beat down. That is no way to grow up. sigh.
Sir Robert--You are my gallant hero. Thank you.

VictoriaH--Thanks for the compliment. I like a little retro feel to my posts because that is "me."

LindaS--Oh de My Goodness! $150 for Oh de London parfum five years ago?! I can only look at the pictures and reminisce at that price.
Fusun--I am going to tell you something a little hesitantly because amazingly I was researching this article and discovered the artist was quite well known and befriended him on Facebook today and he is likely to read this. I was shopping with my grandmother at a suburban mall in Virginia and stopped to watch the artist. He turned around and told me, "I must paint you." I sat for about a half an hour and he gave it to me--a complete stranger. At the time he did the portrait, he told me that he didn't like it. I did! He said it didn't look like me but I thought he made me look like a beautiful Breck girl.
Shalayla--I agree that girls need to hear good things about their appearance and indeed their whole person from both parents. It builds self esteem and when the world and men in passing rattle them a bit they know that at least their parents value them. Thanks for reading, commenting, and for complimenting my writing. I appreciate it very much.
Lunchlady--I am not perfect a perfect mom by any stretch. One of my daughters mispronounced the word "vagina" and I thought it was so cute I never corrected her. When she used it at school her classmates laughed at her! She was angry with me and I don't blame her.

Cranky--Tee hee! Now you know what the teachers were showing to the girls when you boys were watching I don't-know-what. Thanks as ever for reading and your comment.

GabbyAbby--I was thinking this might strike a universal chord with those of us around the same age. My parents did not spring for the portrait. The artist gave it to me for sitting for him at the mall when we were both really young in 1973. My dad kept it in his beautiful home for like thirty years until my sister asked him to give it back to me and he did.
Zanelle--You and I have a lot in common and troublesome mothers is one of them. Mine is still tormenting me well past middle age. You are a beautiful woman inside and out. Know that.
Miguela, I love your posts, though I think I'll pass on the Disney rendition of what I suppose is cartoon-y biology. You craft your presentations here with such care and I know you took some time to put this together, yet it seems effortless it is so well done. I think we're about the same age, so I remember the advertising from that time. Gorgeous portrait too, I'm sure it almost captured all your beauty.
bbd--Thank you for reading this post that I am surprised to see men commenting upon. I do spend a lot of time on my posts and am so happy that you appreciate the effort I put into them. I work hard on them. I am blushing from your compliment about my looks. Thank you for that, too.
i am 'of the era,' too, and all those products are very familiar. i enjoyed reading your post and appreciate the compilation and your story. mine was quite different, but growing up on the west edge over here necessarily would be, i think. nice one, miguela.
Candace--I see you as a California golden girl--a whole other gorgeous creature. Thanks for reading and for commenting.
Toritto--Perhaps the ban on makeup was a generational or even a cultural thing. My mother was an old fashioned little Spanish lady. Kids growing up and away is tramatic for us mommas to be sure. Thanks for the read, the generous comments, and the rate, sir. :D.
Good thing you didn't embed Carrie instead of the menstruation video or Cranky'd still be watching.
Oh my gosh, I remember all those wonderful Yardley products, yes to the slickers. It's a shame you got the mom I should have had and mine would have helped you primp all day. I could never remember to look pretty or care about it and it drove her nuts. How wise you are to have a healthy balance with your own, mine were girlie girls and I did the best I could to accommodate them but not too early.

Please never again bring up the giant sani-napkins and the belt with the hooks. I still shudder at the thought.
She's a peach Sir Robert and she writes good too! Having worked in the magazine field for 30 years I can appreciate the cosmetic ads talked about in here. (always a critical pain in the ass for color reproduction) Glad you got past the hairy stage Miguela.

Beautiful portrait!
Your portrait painting is so beautiful. Your story so the opposite of mine. My mother nagged and nagged at me to wear some make-up, I refused. I loved my freckles and scraggly eyebrows. Because of her nagging, I did not wear makeup until I was in my 50's.
Now, I wear it grudgingly to cover up the freckles because they are called age spots.
rated with love
I remember all of this so vividly. Oh! de London, Twiggy, Jean Shrimpton, pots of gloss~ I loved it all. Beautiful post.~r
And by the way, I thought you were a Breck girl.
Beautiful portrait! I enjoyed reading this because I grew up in the same era. I remember all those things you are talking about. My mother was a little different than yours and sometimes I think she enjoyed the shopping, make up and fancy stuff for us as a way of reliving the things she never had. It was a wonderful time.
I really enjoyed this! Loved the writing, the commercials and advertisement photos. My mother wasn't into makeup, nor am I. I believe it is important for parents to realize that their children can like different things. My daughter loves makeup and frilly things, so I let her explore. I set standards, but let her play within those guidelines. She's only five.
A terrific story, with great photo illustration. I remember a babysitter letting me try on her Pot O'Gloss. I felt so English, very Jean Shrimpton (I knew who she was and wanted to look like her. I think I saw her in Look or Life magazine).

Your 1973 portrait is stunning.

And I'm sure you look the same way, with or without any Yardley.
And a much deserved EP. I love Sir Robert's comment too.
Romantic Poetess--Want to trade moms? You know those are not age spots but charming little freckles you only need to powder. Thanks for reading and remembering with me.

Matt--I can relate to the nutty mother in Carrie but decided against posting the trailer. I wonder if Cranky is watching the second feature? ;D.

L'heure Bleue--The young girls don't know how easy they have it with modern pads. Almost as easy to use as a post it. Thanks for your sharing your memory of this era of beauty and femininity.

Blinddream--Robert says he affirms your assessment of his girl. I can imagine the register on those ads had to be absolutely precise to suit your exacting standards. And yes, these legs have been smooth as silk ever since the illicit shaving.
JoanH--It probably took me four hours under the hairdryer with my hair rolled in orange cans for me to get my hair that straight in the picture. For all the effort I put into my hairstyle, I should have been a Breck girl. Thanks for reading, dear.

SheilaTGTG--I guess I am a little like your mom. Before my girls were teenagers, they would rip out the ribbons I put in their hair and preferred jeans and t-shirts to the frilly dresses I liked to see them wear. Thanks for reading and for your comment.

LucyS--I think your method of letting your daughter explore is the best. Why do so many parents impose their wills on their children? I have tried not to do that so much but well, you know . . .

MaryS-Robert is my sweetie and makes me feel as young and pretty as that picture painted over almost forty years ago. The portrait really is wonderful and I became Facebook friends with the artist just today. We were complete strangers when he made that picture of me. I never forgot it. Thanks for adding to the dialogue here. I always appreciate you.
a female & beauty positive post, on front page, headlining! congratulations! I always knew you were a cutie, wink
Fun to read!! I love all the details and pix. The portrait painting is gorgeous. Thanks for posting.
I ADORE this post....it's all that makes you a wonderful blogger!! Pictures, stories, and end of reminiscing...ahhh!! BUT I have to admit I was a little distracted at first because I see you were painted by John de la Vega, who is now famous!! Wow!! His signature is the eyes...they say if de la Vega does a painting or a sketch the most real part is the eyes!! Wonderful image of you!!
Being male and mostly uninterested in a personal use of cosmetics or for that matter shaving my legs. I did get a surprising dose of nostalgia from the ads.

Today we are cover mates and that deserves mention. Congratulations.
I remember all of this. Thanks for the memories. Because of Twiggy I almost became anorexic. Didn't we all want to be like the new models? I saw a picture of her after she gained weight and she looked so much better.
Wish I'd seen this earlier--it's brave and fabulously composed. rated.
vzn--Thanks for reading and for the compliment. *wink wink nudge nudge* ;D

Dorrie--No. Thank YOU for reading this and I am glad you enjopyed it.

Brazen Princess--I am glad you enjoyed this and that you know of de la Vega. We were just kids when he did the portait in 1973. I googled to see if he had made anything of himself and to determine if his name was John or Juan because I couldn't quite make out his first name on the signature. Turns out he is very famous and for good reason. What a marvelous artist and a generous one, too.
Bobbot--Congratulations to both of us and thanks, dear, for reading this. The men in the community have been wonderfully generous to me for reading a kind of girly post.

Christine--I bet you were an adorable little Carnaby Street wannabe girl like I also wanted to be. Twiggy set a dangerous standard for girls' body image and I too succumbed to dangerous habits trying to maintain her willowy shape. We ladies look much better with some curves, right gentlemen?
And last but not least my stalwart--

Jon--It was a busy weekend for me since I work on several posts at once and sometimes they get finished at the same time, too. This would have been easy to miss if it wasn't on the cover. JK. Thanks, dear. I appreciate your faithfulness in reading my work and for a political blog, I enjoy yours very much whereas mostly I don't like politics.
"My sisters and I never went to the beauty shop; mother cut our hair herself and had no training so you can imagine what my 'do looked like by the time she was done."

Did she use a bowl? Mine did!! :D

Rated!
Tink--Yes, she did! And scotch tape. Lord have mercy.
What a blast from the past. I still remember my first brush with a revlon blush-on - a birthday gift at 13. Or was it 16?
long, long (and many tweezers) ago. Congrats on the e.p... and pretty cover girl face.
You are/were as beautiful as the models and girlfriends you present.
Beautiful portrait complete with the lunar .
Vivian--Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I remember a shade of revlon creme blush that I used on my lips and have never been able to find another lipstick that color. Still searching for that perfect shade. If you are like me, tweezers are kept very near!
LeaL--If you arent the most gracious lady to compliment me so. Thank you!

InvertedInterobang--Ay ay ay ay--You are the only person to notice ese lunar. Muchas gracias.
ah. I just loved this post. it talks about so much. I get what the artist was feeling but it's a nice portrait. you look so happy and your explanation, that he picked you out and just did it on the spot must have changed your perception of yourself. you were a very pretty young woman and I can understand his fascination with creating something with you. :)

I remember seeing that movie in hygiene class. (boys were sent off to gym or something)

my mom was also a contradiction: a stunning woman who fussed over herself incessantly. she couldn't help it because she was mentally ill. she believed passionately that her looks were her only asset. I don't know exactly what she believed about my looks, but she either resented them or was afraid of them for whatever reason - so many reasons were articulated to me, that I am at a loss as to what exactly was up with me and my little face and body. but whatever, she and my father conveyed just enough negativism to pretty much wreck any positive self image for me for most of my life.

that said, it didn't stop me from trying! which leads me to that yardley makeup and I loved it too! I too loved the 60s, the crazy patterns and miniskirts and the wild makeup along with the extremely geometric shaped, short haircuts. I wasn't slim like Twiggy, but nothing stood in the way of my going completely and utterly mod. I had the BEST pair of gogo boots ever...patent leather and too cool. I was around 18 when the world changed. :)
Wide ranging from personal to cultural via your shopping and influences. I appreciate the pictures. I was born in '66, but I always wished I had been in the middle of Baby Boomers.

My mother allowed me make up. It was my dad who did not- but we won, and he just became quieter. I was 13 years old.

I, too, think my daughter is gorgeous without make up, but even more so with just a few makeups. Mothering, make up seem to go hand in hand.

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one last thing, I just DL'd the portrait to get a closer look because I am pretty taken with certain details. well the portrait itself is JUST GORGEOUS. and you, absolutely stunning. all your features were beautifully rendered, from your eyes to your hair (which was what drew me to look at it in detail).

you are so fortunate to have had this done at such a time in your life.

each of us reach a sort of physical perfection at specific moment in our lives. a time when we are sort of cresting the moment when we are just finished being a child and becoming an adult. our skin glows luminously, eyes are still a little overly large but so clear, hair is glossy...everything is humming, just so and we are JUUUUUUUUUUST about ready (according to nature) to get started making children of our own.

I am so glad for you that this was created at that exact moment. I once wanted to create a painting of my best friends daughter. I thought she had reached that one apex, that one moment and I wanted to paint her. But she didn't want to sit. silly girl. Sometimes we are offered these things. You took it. Good for you!! I'm so glad because it's a wonderful portrait.
I'm glad you were able to break the cycle. R
Foolish Monkey--

I was perfectly charmed by you and your comments and thank you for them. Like you, I was able to overcome the negativity from my parents and I really do believe that every woman is beautiful and a lot of it has to do with careful grooming. I can name some actresses who are very scary without makeup and who are considered quite glamorous when they are made up. The fashions and makeup of our girlhood were incomparable for fun and originality. Yes, the patterns, but remember the stark beauty of Andre Courreges?

I love your description of that moment when one has reached the apex of her youthful prime but laughed when you mentioned that occurred before becoming a mother. If you had told me that I would be the mother at church on Mother's Day with the most children in the future when I was thirty years old I would have laughed in your face. My oldest child was born when I was thirty two years of age and I had two more in my forties--they are still in high school! I am one tired momma.
Trudge--Thanks for reading. This cycle was not the only one that was broken. There was a cycle of physical abuse that was as well.
What wondeful pictures -- you capture a culture and an era beautifully.
divorced pauline--thanks for reading this. it was a very lively time artistically and culturally. :D
You must be my age (56) because I remember the vanity, the slicker lipstick, Twiggy! I started wearing make-up when I was 41. The hippie movement and women's lib killed make up for me.
We must be the same age, or thereabouts. All of it, TRUE, TRUE, TRUE.
You are definitely a Breck girl, think what Mad Men would do with you. Mothers and daughters dealing with coming of age issues is both universal and unique. I'm in your demographic too and my story couldn't be more different. You tell your story with such compelling eloquence. Bravo.
I know I may sound shallow but that portrait is so astonishingly beautiful that I am falling in love with it! I can't look at the OS home page without being enchanted, captivated, and distracted by it. If that's you, I'm in love. It(or you) are literally....'captivating'...there is something about that pictur e I cannot explain....
Cynthia--I am a little older than you--57. I could never be a hippie because I had to shave my legs and wash my hair everyday in order to straighten it. My mom said she worried more about me being like Patty Hearst and joining the Symbionese Liberation Army. Since I never gave any indication of interest in such matters, I have no idea why she thought that still don't. Thanks for your comment.
Sally--Most of it is true. Thanks for reading!

Donegal--That is indeed me in 1973 and I have been enchanting men all my life. Just kidding. It can only be the magic of the art of John de la Vega. http://www.portraitartist.com/delavega/
Fabulous post! It was like a time capsule~
Congrats on the EP!
Susie--Thanks and thanks :D!
This type of article doesn't 'grab' me as much I suppose. I can't explain why that might be, though. It's well written, and there are nuances of expression and allusions to things that make me want to know more about them instead of the subject. I think that's just me, though, honestly. Perhaps it's just the whole 'beauty' side of things.

It's a great portrait, though, I'd easily say. I can echo the sentiments that I am glad your daughters didn't have to deal with such a strict and uncompromising attitude as you had to deal with. I don't understand that, either, honestly. A lot of my girl friends (not girlfriends, but friends who were girls) in elementary school by the 5th or 6th grade were already wearing makeup (and this was maybe 1971 or so, depending on if you're talking beginning or end of the school year) and short skirts, mini skirts, hot pants and go-go boots were pretty common. So were headbands, beaded necklaces and macrame belts.

I did get the hint of nostalgia in this and it does make me wistful for some clearer and happier memories of those days and that era -- at least in regard to most of my school interactions. Nice "slice of life" I suppose. Like I said, for whatever reason, the primary subject didn't catch hold of me.

But I read the whole thing. So there must have been something to it that I can't pinpoint.

-r-
Dunniteowl--Just a bunch of commercials I threw together that influenced my womanhood. I usually don't do posts like this and was surprised at the response. I like to focus on excerpts from my novel, my photos, my art. I do appreciate your taking the time to endure this one. It is kind of girly and I get that.
Loved this blog. I have not been in this world long enough to remember any of these commercials, but I loved your story, and your painting. =] I took the time to read it all... didn't watch the video yet, but it is on my list of things to do.
P.S. Just so you know who this is...How were the tomatoes? =]
KottonwoodKasey--I am glad you enjoyed the article and the artist will be as pleased with your compliment as I was. The videos are great especially the Disney thing. Surreal. Thanks.