Wasn’t it great?

I’ve been reading over some of your posts ladies and they are bluddy marvellous! Thank you all so much for joining in. So many memories came flooding back!

Kiku perfume! In the bright yellow bottle. So trendy! Thanks for that memory EV.

KatyK I’m really pleased you’ve enjoyed this thread. It’s been a delight to read hasn’t it?

lemongrove you’re absolutely right - it was all the fun involved in the getting ready - so true when you say often better than the night itself!

Actually, it’s obvious how much we’re enjoying this thread as quite a few of you have done more than one post once the memories came back!

Shoe shops - Dolcis, Freeman Hardy & Willis.

I feel your sadness grandtante no one likes to be the odd one out. And having to hide your makeup, buried in a plastic bag at the substation Framilode but well done you girl - where there’s a will and all that ?!

And I can picture your glamour GG54 wow you had a serious number of boyfriends! I feel quite virginal.

But you know, we had great fun, no drugs (I assume), only a very little alcohol and no mobile phones thank god!

My Mum made most of my clothes, so lime green hotpants, a white plastic coat, a yellow poncho and a shift dress with a bit of braid inspired by Val Singleton. A nasty girl at primary school laughed a it and said it looked like an art smock.

Fast forward, a Saturday job at Saxone shoe shop, checked mini skirt from Van Allan or a hippie skirt and a crochet shawl. Due to a teen identity crisis I briefly flirted with a feather haircut and wearing boys shoes.

My dad was very good about going out. Didn't mind what time I came home just as long as I told him beforehand and how I was going o get back. If needed to tell him beforehand and he would pick me up, no phones then, even if it was 3 in the morning. A great dad.

I’ve very much enjoyed this thread - one of the best. Thanks Urmstongran for starting it.

Yes it has Urmstongran thank you

Coty Emeraude was my favourite back then.

Shortly after my dad came home from an overseas posting which was unaccompanied so we hadn't seen him for a year, I was walking home from a local dance accompanied by a boy who was not a boyfriend but a nice local lad who had offered to walk me home. Dad had decided to meet me half way and unexpectedly appeared around the corner.

I said, 'Oh, it's my father' in a cheerful voice because I was chuffed he'd come to meet me.

The boy shot across the road as though he'd got a red hot poker up his backside.

'Who's that?' said Dad. 'Oh, just a friend' said I as we linked arms and walked home.

I've always remembered that night because I never saw that boy again and Dad never asked about him.

Growing up's a funny thing.

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After reading all the comments (and I'll return to read any new posts) they all resonate with me. Standing outside the Blue Angel club in Seel Street, Liverpool, you could feel the thump of the music coming up through the pavement and it charged you with excitement. Many regulars would go on to the Jacaranda or later, down to the Pier Head for tea and toast at the 'hole in the wall' cafe.
Tolls in London Rd for tops and Dolcis for shoes.
I bought lots of clothes from M&S and John Lewis in those days and used to colour my leather shoes to match my clothes from week to week with Woolworths dye. It had a wire wand with a flatsquare sponge on the end. The liquid dried to a matt finish and you buffed to a shine with a cloth.
My favourite was Kelly Green (emerald)
Tights were 'Toffee' and I had, at one time, a black velvet bow clipped in my hair à la PJ Proby.
Of course, there were drugs on offer, black bombs, blueys and purple hearts and you'd be offered a couple of freebies, no doubt to get you hooked but I was never interested.
In those days I wore Leichner stage make-up, false eye-lashes, spit block mascara and often went bra-less in crochet dresses worn with chain belts. I had a pale blue and a white one and a white cotton jumpsuit which looked great under UV lighting.
So much more going on, or so it seemed, in those days.
If you wore a cardigan back to front it meant you were 'available' (single) and I clearly remember buying a beautiful pigskin purse (UK) which cost half a weeks wages.
Frank Ifield at the Empire and Everly Brother too. Locarno and Grafton ballrooms, Silver Blades, Prescot Road for ice-skating....treasured memories.

If you wore a cardigan back to front it meant you were 'available' (single)
well, I never knew that!!

^ a black velvet bow clipped in my hair à la PJ Proby. ^
Oh yes, I'd forgotten those, hair tied back at the nape of the neck with a black velvet bow.

And in those days a boy 'walked you home' or at least to the bus stop.

Rozina, If you look on ebay there is VNTAGE 70s SHULTON DESERT FLOWER GIFT SET

PERFUMED TALC & BODY LOTION ,UNUSED
Also a few other listings, pefume etc

Yes Jalima1108 (sigh) boys were usually well behaved. One lad who worked at Courtaulds used to write poems to me in the car-park during his lunch break and I remember his house in Chorley had a huge round basket- weave pouffe thingy. Brian Chaytor, long hair, kipper ties, white Mustang 2+2 fastback.

I've thoroughly enjoyed reading these posts. They've taken me right back to such happy times and wishing I could go back and live it all again. Thank youUrmstongran

Oh you wild things. I was never allowed out! I used to pretend to be doing things with Girl Guides and sit in the local coffee bar with friends listening to the Juke Box. I used to go out in Guide Uniform and change clothes. I did have a paper nylon petticoat given to me by an aunt and a full skirt which came from a jumble sale. I wasn't allowed in there with what my mother called 'Coffee Bar Cowboys'! A friend gave me Coty L'Aimant perfume as a birthday present which I hid from my mother.

At school we used to backcomb our hair at break times till it was as high as we could get it. It must have looked dreadful at the back!

When I was 16 I got a Saturday job in the nearest town at Littlewoods. I somehow got hold of a very pale pan stick which must have made me look like a ghost. The plus side was that if we were working in the dress department we were allowed to model the dresses. How cool did I feel! I also was able to buy American tan or Mocha stockings at staff discount.

Guess who went a little bit crazy when she left home and went to University? Actually compared to some of you it was still quite tame but included dances, boys and mini skirts! Looking back I must have been a strange little thing.

Just going slightly off thread (but please let’s keep these great memories coming because I’m so enjoying reading them) -

If your parents were very strict about your upbringing, very controlling about you going out and make up not allowed, were you more relaxed with your own children?

Also I’d like to say how lovely it is to see so many different names posting on this thread. It’s great!

As for the thanks to me - it’s you lot that are making it so enjoyable to read ?

OK then I'll keep going! As a teenager at school, I remember having a gondola basket to bring my offerings from my cookery class home.

All of the above Urmstongran, but replace Youth Dew with Aqua Manda and Kiku! Anyone remember them? So evocative, perfume smells.

If you wore a cardigan back to front it meant you were 'available'

I don't remember that and I'm sure I didn't because twin sets meant you left the cardigan unbuttoned at the front.

We wore very smart suits, usually in cream or beige. It was difficult to keep a neat line though when you were rolling the waistband over to shorten the skirt length pre mini-skirt days.

Loving this thread! In my younger days of nightclubbing I felt very sophisticated in the 'white' period: white handbags, white shoes, white daisy chains on oversized collars. Did you see the recent 'Call the Midwife' set in the sixties? The clothes took me right back there. I made a mandarin collar dress in paisley fabric with a 'ring pull' zip which I loved. I still love paisley. I too used pan stick, far too much pale blue eyeshadow, and pale lipstick with 4711 perfume or some roll on from Avon, many mentioned here. Shampoo was another wonderful thing, do you remember the beer shampoo in a plastic beer barrel-shape? I bought tights from BHS and sewed them very patiently if they laddered. At 10/- a pair when they first came out I couldn't afford to buy more! I wasn't allowed to wear earrings (work of the devil for some reason) but what DM didn't see .... I started that sort of thing early though, as soon as I turned the corner going to infant school, I used to pull off my knitted bonnet - remember those?

I sometimes wore psychedelic patterned tops and dresses. Lots of swirly shapes. Also big plastic hoop earrings.

I did wear Aqua Manda but not until the 70s . Sorry but Youth Dew made me retch, and still does.
My teenage years were the late 50s and early 60s. And as I said up thread ,I was more of a beatnick than anything. My parents were very tolerant and so was I with my children. Who have turned out marvellously.

Yes Urmstongran I only had boys but would drive them into town and pick them up after from about age 15. I know they managed to get drink but at least I knew they were safe. They would have done it anyway and lied, like I did. I only remember once, I had to stop the car for him to be sick but of course that was the Pizza, not the alcohol!

my dad answering and shouting XXXX its your b/f and he is wearing a necklace.
Oh, that made me giggle, barmyoldbat

Someone bought me a bottle of Youth Dew but I didn't like it at all! I much preferred Je Reviens.

I used to keep a bottle of clear nail varnish to dab on to my tights if they laddered - it stopped the ladder running further.

Was the shampoo in little barrels called Lincolin?

We used to use sixpences if the button broke on our suspender belts. My friend and me both wore diamond mesh stockings in the days before tights.

I remember those little brown barrels of shampoo but though I cannot remember what they were called I don’t think it was Lincolin.

Wasn't it Lincolin beer shampoo? I used to use Anne French cleansing milk, remember that?