Bonnie Tharp Books
When I was a little girl I was 100% tomboy. But in the 1950’s girls were supposed to wear dresses and bows in their hair. My preference was slacks and pull over shirts, this was pre-jean mania and slog tee-shirts. I did, however, wear Keds, even with my dresses whenever my parents would let me.
I still feel most comfortable in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, but I’ve learned the joys of dressing up. There are photos of me when I was 2 and the folks would dress me in Mary Jane patent leather shoes, lacy socks, and frocks with bows in the back. I had naturally curly hair back then, too. But when I started dressing myself I had other ideas.
It really wasn’t until the late 60’s early 70’s that jeans were allowed at school. Prior to that jeans were only worn by boys. We girls were only allowed to show a few inches above the knees, and boys hair could not hit their collar. In high school we rebelled – and long hair, short skirts, and jeans were all we wore. Except to the occasional dance. Then I’d wear a pant suit or halter dress. (Yes, hippie.)
What was wrong with me? Nothing. It was the times and they changed. Except now anything goes. There are kids with long hair, short hair, and shaved heads and nobody seems to care. Fifty-year old women back in the 70’s looked old, especially with the way they dressed. Now days, women were stylish clothing at all ages and many look much younger at 50 now than they did back then. Who knew? Not me.
I ran into an old neighbor a few years ago at a shop downtown. He looked at me and recognized me immediately. The last time he’d seen me I was wearing the same types of clothing, a peacoat, jeans, tennis shoes, and layered hair. Wow. That’s scary.
As I age I seem to be getting girlier. Sparkling things (like jewelry) really grab my attention, and migrate themselves right into my jewelry box. My favorites are the ones ON SALE with semiprecious stones and beads. Yes, I guess I’m still a hippie at heart. My best friend says we’re like old crows, always attracted to shiny objects.
So, where’s my tiara? Surely I’m getting old enough to wear one once in awhile. I’m not sure where I’ll acquire it or where I would wear it, but even if it is just around the house it would be fun. Hey, it works for the Britain’s royal family. Maybe when I retire I can put “princess” in my occupation and wear a tiara every day. My muse wears one…does yours?