Another Retro-Spective Reposting. When I was a kid, I had a poodle skirt. It was hard to find one online in the same colors as the one I remember, but this looks pretty close. Mine was gray felt with a pink poodle.
I also had saddle shoes. I loved saddle shoes and still do. I've found variations over the years, but they're gone now either because they fell apart from heavy use or no longer fit. The best were the ones with the saddle part being a blue and greenish plaid.
Now, I was born in 1953 and was fairly young when I wore my poodle skirt, and I really didn't have much fashion sense back then. But by the mid-to-late-'60s, mini-skirts, fishnet stockings, and white Go-Go boots were practically required. I had to have the boots because my mother's cousin, who's only 18 years older than I am, had them, and she was the closest I had to a real life role model, though I didn't get to spend as much time with her as I would've liked. M was a single woman with a cool job with a big-name record company, and besides, I had a serious crush on her boyfriend. So, when I saw M's boots, I simply had to have a pair. Which I got and wore to shreds because I wore them in the snow and they were decidedly not waterproof. My boots were short, coming to mid-calf, and flat heeled, and I can only find photos of thigh-high boots. Oh well.
Another fashion necessity for me, one that won't past muster with any fashion critic, was my denim blue Keds sneakers with orange shoelaces. Coincidentally, those are the Mets colors, but I wasn't a baseball fan back then. White sneakers were fine, too, once we got our friends to step on them to scuff them up.
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