Like this one of me aged about two, in a red and white gingham bikini.
I remember spending hours crouched on her bed with the photos spread out on the white chenille bedspread.
One after another of my long-dead or ageing relatives "appeared" before me dressed to the nines for special celebrations, picnics, days at the beach or just showing off a swell new hat.
I was recently given a couple of old photos by my mother, which combined with Seven Style Notes' vintage pics of her gorgeous grandmother as a young lady, inspired me to start digging about for pix and get some lovely vintage looks on board.
This is a shot of Mum and Dad on their wedding day in November, 1945.
Dad was 21 and had just been released from a four-year imprisonment in a WWII prison camp.
Mum and her two glamourous sisters used to visit the prisoners bringing them reading materials and food.
During the war, the three girls used to sing live on the local radio and were nicknamed New Zealand's own Andrew Sisters! Love it!!
I can still remember the brocade fabric of her beautiful gown. She made it into a bed jacket when she was pregnant with me, but not before my older brother and sisters got hold of the precious dress a few years earlier and played with it in the paddock, leaving it in a muddy farm drain for a couple of days!!
This is a shot of my mother's parents, Beryl and Bert in 1941.
I'm guessing they were at a family wedding judging by their clothing and the fact that they were photographed together.
They had divorced a year earlier you see, so I guess they were putting on their happy faces for the day.
Grandad's wearing motorcycle gauntlets to ride his precious 1921 Indian Scout motorcycle.
Nana, in her jaunty little hat, was a milliner and loved her headwear. Hmm sounds familier;).
These are wonderful! Thanks for the shout-out :)
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Oh my gosh, what wonderful stories and vintage looks! Old snapshots of real people from (and within) a particular period always look more...wonderful, elegant, and convincing than us modern folk wearing vintage clothing, I find. I don't know why. Is it because the clothes were fresher and neater in the old photos? Is it because the clothes were tailored to fit their bodies, and we're just playing dress-up in things that don't fit quite right? And we (usually) don't get the hair and makeup quite right either? Is it the texture of the old photo processes?
ReplyDeleteI worried that your dad's prison camp experience must have been horrific, but I am soothed by the fact that pretty girls of his acquaintance were allowed to bring books and food. It must not have been *that* bad!
What wonderful photographs! Thanks for sharing them. How amazing that Nana and Grandad were divorced but appeared together for special occasions.
ReplyDeleteYour Mum and Dad were a very handsome couple and the clothes are just so elegant. xxx
What terrific photos to cherish!!!
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"A woman of your calibre are rare and precious" made me almost gush :)
It's so funny that at 46 I still want approval from the "masses". Who the hell are "they" anyway?
I like your take on not being part of a Goddamn Herd !!! You are rocking the leather pants, by the way. I am on the hunt now. I don't have a waist or butt, so maybe I'll get lucky and nab an old pair of Jim Morrison's ;)
So you have a milliner's DNA. Where was your father imprisoned? Inquiring minds want to know.
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