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Mother’s Day

April 6, 2011

I am rolling in a puddle of guilt having not posted on Manic Monday, I’ve just had a mad weekend in Manchester dancing and flat hunting then the delectable RayPeg took me to see Katy Perry Monday night! Much fun over the last few days but this has got in the way of the all important Peg. I now present to you my ill-timed a-little-past-its-sell-by-date Peg that was supposed to follow Mother’s Day so cast your minds back and imagine it’s the day after cards, flowers, I-love-yous and in many cases Roast Dinners.

It started when I found this lovely picture of my Mum’s Mum in a family photo album looking DIVINE. What a doll.

She’d have been back in the potbank painting flowers onto china the next day but here, at 21 she’s a beauty. My mother herself was in her fashion heyday in the 1960s, I was reminded of this reading the Telegraph on Mothering Sunday with an interesting article by Hannah Betts, and she summed up her argument like so:

“Harold Bloom wrote about the Oedipal wrangling between successive generations of poets in The Anxiety of Influence. The fashion system relies upon a similar dynamic between mothers and daughters: we wrinkle our collective nose at the tastes of the previous generation.Thus, the girlish bound breasts and dropped waists of the Twenties were a rebellion against the ripe rumps of the Edwardian era. The exaggerated femininity of the New Look heralded womankind’s re-embrace of domesticity; against this the Sixties child-woman gave a kinky-booted kick. Seventies earth mothers took issue with their gamine predecessors, supplanted in turn by Eighties designer power bitches, begrunged Nineties waifs and Noughties blingophiles.

Over the same period, could one not trace an affinity between gals and their grandmothers? Thus wasp-waisted Fifties curves playing upon the S-bend silhouette of Edwardian corsetry, Sixties chicks revisiting the hemlines and mores of the flapper, et cetera. The Seventies was a less chic rerun of the Thirties; the Eighties ball-breaker channelled wartime severity.”

Betts is on to something here don’t you think?!

Its a real tragedy that no one took any photos of my Mum when she was a teenager, working the miniskirt, courrege boots, panstick and eyeliner and her bold, bleached Twiggy cut

She loved Mary Quant and devoured all she could of the London fashion scene from her village in the Midlands. I stumbled across a favourite book of hers a while ago in a junk shop, ‘Quant by Quant’ which brought a tear to her eye last Christmas. It is well worth a read, written from a non-pretentious, honest persepctive and gives a fascinating inside scoop on the 1960s fashion, culture and social attitudes. You can find it on Amazon or go hunting the second hand bookshops if you’re anything like me.

Mary Quant related gifts have become a fail safe way to raise a smile and remind her of her fashion forward teen years, from vintage umbrellas to this adorable bracelet found on eBay

Talking of trends gone by, has anyone else tried the crackle glaze nail polishes? Boots have a 3 for 2 on 17 nail poished, and at only £2.99 a pop, they’re a steal! I picked up 17 Extras Crackle Top, 17 Lasting Fix in Sea Breeze and the delicious Amaretto, NOM NOM NOM!

  By layering these two, my keyboard tappers look like this!

Before I go, here’s one cutesy old photo of Momma E-Peg ……..

……………till next time Peglets!!! x

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