Wasn’t it great?

No Carmen rollers - just sleeping all night in painful, spiky ones until I changed to a Twiggy pixie cut....Bliss.

Very short empire line dresses with long collars.

Beatles records in the background or Manfred Mann (the originals) because I was a Blues fan.

Pale lipstick.

Plenty of eye make up but definitely not the Dusty Springfield look.

Can't remember which perfume I was wearing at the time.

Sounds wonderful merlotgran
Twiggy mark II - yes the eyes & the pale lipstick ?

Stiff net petticoats that made your skirt stick up at the front when you sat down, and laddered your stockings through scratchieness.

Fragrance- Paco Rabane “Calandre”
Cheese cloth tops and gypsy skirts.
Mascara by the bucket full.
Music Gladys Night & The Pips- Midnight Train to Georgia Album

As opposed to workplace suits (trousers or skirt) sophisticated make-up (allegedly)

Many fond memories, many nights I cannot remember and many I wish I could forget!!

My sisters would be very familiar with this scenario, but I never did it. I escaped from home by marrying at sixteen, had my first baby three years later and missed out on a 'teenage' altogether. From the age of five people used to say I had an 'old head on young shoulders'.

I spent a fortune on my first pair of tights (they'd only just come in) and laddered them leaping into an MGB sports car - remember that girl at the beginning of the Simon Dee show?

I somehow managed not to cry!

My aunt mentioned those Gonegirl
Did you starch them?
Did you like wearing them or was it just the fashion and everyone wore them?
When you were getting ready what was that like - did you play music/apply makeup?

White oxford bags and blazer and huge platform shoes ,no Saturday nights on the town though Saturdays were always our busiest days we all headed to someones house and partied until dawn ,then piled into the car and went to work to start another 14 hour shift .Brilliant times ,and we're all still in touch ans still meet up now and again .45 years wasn't SO long ago .

Did you ever get chance to play catch up grannyactivist? Say in your late 20’s or so? Or was that just you and you were happy with it?

Oh merlotgran I can feel for you there!
I was allowed my first pair of stockings aged 13y and my mum had to help me fasten the suspenders at the back.... I went to a disco at the church youth club, bent over to straighten the stap on my shoe and a long necklace I was wearing snagged on my stockings. I was horrified & mortified to see the huge run of ‘ladders’!

Didn't have to starch them. They were a component of paper nylon petticoats. Think the paper nylon might have been plastic coated. I wore them to make my circular skirt stand out.

Can't remember playing music whilst getting ready. Record player had to be loaded one record at a time. I wore Bourjois rouge. Can't remember what else.

I remember wearing a stiff/starched petticoat under my school summer dress. As skirts got shorter we'd have to roll them over at the top and they'd sometimes slip down. What was it that people called out, 'Charlie's peeping' or something?'

Prior to the mini skirt we wore tweed straight skirts that were very 'Bletchley circle/Miss Marple'

One perfume from those very early days was Patchouli - (awful but thought I was cool because it was hippyish). *blurgh

Rimmel - I could afford that makeup brand

Eyelure false eyelashes

Tights in ‘ecru’ colour - strange I even remember the name - from Etam. My friend bought them first and I was so impressed.

Peter Sarstedt on the record player.
Maggie May by Rod Stewart
Bob Dylan ‘Lay Lady Lay’. ... very sexy music
And ‘J’taime’ - gosh remember it was banned at the time - Birkin - and we all had to listen to it didn’t we?

It was so easy in those days to know what was cool and what wasn’t- there was so little choice!
I just aimed to copy whatever they were wearing in Honey or Petticoat and that was that. Add in a Biba mail order catalogue and I was sorted.

You were sophisticated paddyann partying till dawn!
Must have been wonderful.
I had to be on the late night bus home at the latest lady
It was just after 11:30pm.

You’re right Maw
Too much choice perhaps nowadays! And social media pressure with ‘selfies’ too from your mates (or frenemies). I’d hate that pressure. It must suck out any blossoming confidence nowadays.

Urmstrong agree with your playlist

My Parents had Pubs/restaurants and “discos” I never stood a chance of getting a “nice” fellow, they just wanted a publicans daughter. I held out which didn’t make me very popular but hey ho I had principles from a very young age.

My mother thought I was staying at my married friends house so no problem there ....I was but it was her who had the parties urmstongranLater when I was 20 and just about to be married she discovered the party nights and was shocked at "the life you're leading" .I really wasn't doing anything disgraceful just having fun .

And what about getting ready for a night out GG13?
Was it fun getting dolled up above a pub? What were your memories of make up & perfume?
Could you hear the music and punters downstairs and did you sashay past them, going somewhere ‘better’?

I modelled for two years for a local hair dresser and his fashion designer wife so it was regular trips to London for competitions and I was allowed to keep all the clothes.

Happy Days.

Twas often thus paddyann
Bet you weren’t so easily fooled when your kids were getting ready to hit disco land. ?

Gosh merlotgran you were dead posh!
And the envy of all your friends I bet. Wow!
Did you have lovely long thick hair? Did you rinse it in one of the first hair conditioners at the time - 1970 - called ‘Creme Rinse’? Everyone was raving about it.

What was it that people called out, 'Charlie's peeping' or something?
Charlie's died!

Spiky rollers
Rimmel block mascara
Pink lipstick
full skirted dresses with net petticoats or paper nylon petticoats soaked in sugar water in the bath
Then shorter skirts
Alice bands
Je Reviens perfume

Craig Douglas or Adam Faith on the record player
Later on the Beatles or the Hollies

Then coming home on the last bus which left town at 11.10 and taking off my shoes to run down the road to our house in case the clicking of high heels woke the neighbours - one or two were bound to say 'Your Jal was late getting home on Saturday night!'

Trying to avoid the squeaky stair.

My parents never gave me a door key so I had to throw pebbles at my little sister's window to get her to open the front door, she was seven and always obliged. I left home on the eve of my 18th birthday and it ceased to be a problem, I was able to dress in whatever I wanted without parents asking if I was going out dressed 'like that'.

Love it Jalima especially the squeaky stair!

Just remembered 2 perfumes - one was Topaz from Avon, mum used to have it and I pinched some going out!
And ‘4711’

What memories then harrigran of makeup and getting ready to go out? Did your sister watch or was she in bed?