I was 14 in 1960 and girls were still wearing clothes similar to their mothers. I was kitted out at Easter in a tweed suit, shoes with the heels cut off by two inches at the cobblers, a ghastly straw bonnet and American Tan stockings.
A few years later the 1960s hit. I was a working girl and able to buy my own clothes. Oh the joy of the mini skirt, I remember one in pale blue, my hair tied in a pony tail or just hanging loose and free. Lovely little twin sets with pearl buttons, hipster jeans and shoes for 29/11, 39/11 or if you were feeling rich 49/11. Skinny rib tops, snake belts and interesting new perfumes to try. Pan stick make up, although we didn't really need it, pale pink lipsticks and Cleopatra style eye make up,eye liner and lots of black mascara. I am so glad I was a teenager at the heart of the swinging sixties, slim and fit and running everywhere even in 3 inch stiletto heels. The nearest I ever came to taking drugs was a packet of Glucose Energy Tablets from the Chemist - heaven knows why I bought them. I wish I had just a little bit of the energy now, that I had then. 