Pining for the Seventies
And I wore Vogue. I learned how to make bound buttonholes and pleats and I could sew in zippers like a champ.
Today I find myself pining to see one of those old fashion spreads that American Girl carried every fall. The girls were tall and thin, of course. They wore plaid. And they were photographed in foggy British-looking woods. I really NEED to see what I'm picturing in my mind's eye. I might even need to paint it.
Although I'm usually pretty good at searching Google, I couldn't find what I was really looking for today, but I had fun trying, as you can see from the images below: