I love 1970's vintage. There I said it, it's out there. I know to some it's a decade of drab and dreary colours, browns and beige and mustard, but even the drab and the dreary holds some appeal to me. I've been thinking about this particular era of vintage fashion a lot lately. Firstly, I have a lot of 70's items in my shop right now (have I mentioned this awesome pointy-collared denim jacket, aged 5-6? Have I? I might have done.) Secondly, the new series of Mad Men has begun and ok, ok I know it's set in 1969, but the boho-chic of Megan Draper, and Peggy Olson's 'Mary Tyler Moore'-esque ensembles are clearly referencing the coming fashions of the next decade.
Thirdly, next week heralds a momentous occasion, for the babe turns one. And as befits a mother approaching said momentous occasion, I have been indulging my melancholy and thinking back to those heady days of terror, and bewilderment, and intense sleep deprivation, and the utter utter magic that is life with a newborn.
One thing I can't escape as I look through photos of those early days, as well as the often-caught look of absolute panic in my eyes, is that I indulged a major 1970's vibe when dragging my tired body into my clothes every morning. Part of it was practicality, for occasionally I am capable of such a thing. Even though I was more exhausted than I'd ever been, I still wanted to feel like me, but I was in that weird transitional phase. It's so strange that with the arrival of the baby, a woman's body goes from a blooming thing of beauty to something that should be hidden away, an embarrassment. I cannot stress how much I hate the Daily Mail-esque fascination we have with 'losing the baby weight', I mean c'mon, when you've just had a baby you really don't need any extra pressure, right? But there is no escaping the fact that when you're pregnant, and when you've recently had a baby, your body looks completely different to the body you're used to, and that can feel a little odd. So I reached for the looser-fitting items in my wardrobe, and the floaty dresses that I could team with little vests and provide easy access for my ever-hungry babe.
And something about it just clicked. Even though I didn't really look like me, I found an ease within myself to nicely offset the new-found terror I faced at even the most simple of tasks. Like leaving the house, with the baby. Or doing anything, with the baby.
Here are a few gems I've pulled from the recesses of my wardrobe.
Don't forget, there are lot's more 1970's gems for your little ones in the shop.