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The 70’s were an interesting decade.
It was an era of political upheaval and social unrest. Vietnam and Watergate were serious issues.
Shag carpeting and lava lamps were not.
I was a kid and fondly remember wearing a purple suede fringed vest with purple and grey striped bell bottom jeans. Mini skirts, halter tops, thigh high boots… women’s fashion was bright, bold, colorful and an awful lot of fun.
Men’s?
Not so much.
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Sorry guys.
I still have nightmare about your leisure suits.
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You’re here.
What else are you gonna do?
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I entered my teenage years in the 1970’s and believe me, there were plenty of inexplicable things.
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Did we buy rocks we could just as easily have picked up in the backyard? Sure. But they came with fake hay and a nifty cardboard box. Who didn’t want that?
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Dr. Scholls. They were clunky, heavy, unattractive and you couldn’t wait to buy the next new color when it was released. You wore them, admit it.
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If you were a young girl in the ‘70’s? Your mother dressed you like this. I believe it is the reason many of us drink.
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This.
I wish I had a video of myself endlessly bopping around our backyard on what was then my favorite toy. This thing rocked! As well as bounced the living crap out of your internal organs. We had a slight hill on your property and let me tell you… 7 year old River airborne down a hill on a Hoppity Hop was a thing of beauty.
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Yes, also inexplicable was the 1970 desire to cover bathrooms in horrendous waves of thick, preferably shag, brightly hued carpeting. Mustard, olive green and turquoise were da bomb.
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While my parent’s home was filled with antiques and the occasional hint of Danish modern in the 70’s… aka the era of questionable taste…thankfully it didn’t include this particular “western” couch… but I can guarantee you knew someone who owned one and loved it. I knew many someones and sadly the couches were still in their homes in the 80’s.
Finally, no visit to the ‘70’s would be complete without this.
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Being chosen to run the overhead projector during class? That was the epitome of cool.
Your turn!
Please add to the list….
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I don’t need this…
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But I won’t judge you if it’s something you want to try.
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Who am I kidding? That sounds disgusting. And don’t even think about wiping your hands on my guest towels after you apply it.
I will hurt you.
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Good grief. Along with all the other parts of my body that are sagging…. now I have to worry about droopy gums?
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Does lip temperature change?
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Mood lipstick of the 90’s? Hell… I’m old enough to remember mood rings from the 70’s.
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The search for appropriate height bar chairs goes on.
And on.
And on……
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After 4 more stores we found one.
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The husband gave it a test drive and was less than thrilled, with the design and the comfort level, but at that point we were ready to settle. Problem was that chair was the only one…. in the entire store. None in the back. None at the factory.
But this?
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This you could buy 5 times over.
Wow.
The 70’s are calling…. they want their velvet back.
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We found this chair at the next store. It was the right height, but had a tiny seat that was surely designed by the Marquis de Sade.
At the 6th store we visited that day, when we despaired of ever finding anything… we sucked it up and realized we’d have to pay a small fortune and go custom.
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Working with a salesman, we chose this.
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I won’t tell you what they cost per, but trust me….. it was enough to make you catch your breath.
So just when we were ready to pluck down a massive down payment to get the ball rolling, we were told that due to the pandemic….. the wait time on production was 12 plus weeks.
We’d have to wait 3 months to sit at our bar? Damn.
I didn’t like it…. but I liked the swivel, large seated, comfortable, attractive option so I was willing.
Husband on the other hand, was not.
The search continues.
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River's world..... 