Many of you don't know I was addicted to beautiful clothes from the time I moved away from home in 1964. I wasn't aware of this until I started reading my 5-year diary, looked at some old photos, looked at the current clothes I have, and what I gave away last year. I have never loved clothes shopping, but when I do go, I know I have to absolutely love what I buy.
My mother made all my clothes and we, along with my sisters were often dressed alike. I always hated that. Evidence of her work is below. But in her defence, she probably loved sewing because she graduated from Skidmore College with a degree in textiles, and had a nice sewing room.
This beaded bag was a purchase from a Lowell store in the mid-1960s. I used it when we went to formal dances. I also had two black ones, one a clutch and the similar to the above one, but no beads..
Heavy field jacket, perfect fit, but I never wear it or any of these clothes. Even the boots still fit.
I did have a few civilian clothes as shown above when I visited my young niece and nephew. I drove my Camaro from Alexandria to Massachusetts quite a few times. I can't remember who stored my old clothes, but I don't recall ever wearing them again. I did give away my Persian-trimmed grey coat, which was tough.
The oldest outfit I have that I still wear frequently, is this cotton Nehru style jacket, by Jones New York, shown below. I had the pants that matched. The second photo shows how much it faded, by looking at the belt that I never used. I bought it while I was in the service, so it was before October 1976...best purchase ever.
The last two items I owned in 1978, one I can wear, and the other will fit if I lose more weight.