Necklines rise and plunge. Hemlines fall and rocket up again. Bottoms are in and out, bosoms come and go, colours wax and wane, waists move up and down, then vanish and re-appear. Only one thing remains calm, constant and reliable. And that’s black. Good to look at. Restrained. Dramatic. At home in any company. Our own little black number is a case in point. It goes with everything. It’s dry, clean-tasting and elegant. And it’s called Guinness.
Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Cosmopolitan, September 1973.
Vincel advert, 1972
I basically want to look like the girl on the left, but I’m dubious about my ability to ‘pull off’ the whole over-knee striped socks and hotpant ensemble. Might just stick with the make-up and hair…
Personally, I think artificial sweeteners are the very devil, but I cannot deny the fabulousness of the photograph they’ve used to promote their evil ways (yes, yes, I know it’s from 1971, but still…). The bed reminds me of my grandparents’ bed (which I always coveted in a slightly Bedknobs and Broomsticks kind of way), I love the light fitting, mirrors and of course the clothes go without saying.
Petticoat Magazine, May 1971. Photo by John Carter.
Incidentally, if any of my gorgeous readers/customers/friends/family aren’t already aware, Lulu’s Vintage are holding their annual vote for best vintage site. I would really appreciate your votes, but only if you feel like it and if you feel I deserve it! I might not be able to give you actual sweeties as a bribe, but I can give you very delicious images such as the one above! 😉
Thank you xx