November 07, 2007

A La Recherche Du Aesthetic Horror Perdu

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Johnny Virgil over at 15 Minute Lunch recently discovered a bit of blogging gold ("It's gold, Jerry, gold!")*** in the form of a 1977 J.C. Penney catalog.

I won't give away his post about it. Suffice to say, stop what you're doing, put that hot beverage far away from your screen and keyboard, and click on over. Trust me, just do it. Especially if, like me, you're old enough to remember those days. (I was eleven that year.)

Yips! to CalTechGirl for spreading teh funny.


***Spot the quote. Should be easy.

Posted by Robert at November 7, 2007 04:53 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I was seven...and I remember that catalog.

Posted by: GroovyVic at November 7, 2007 06:19 PM

I started college in 1977. I not only remember it, I lived it. LOL!

Posted by: Hucbald at November 7, 2007 06:38 PM

The '70s were a fashion disaster.

Posted by: kmr at November 7, 2007 07:08 PM

My memories of the Seventies have faded, and I think I was happier before that post awakened them. Sweet flair pants of Cthulhu, those clothes were hideous.

In fact, now I can remember being ten years old and going to church in a maroon brushed-velvet jacket, plaid flair slacks, and two-tone shoes with clunky soles. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to call my therapist. Looks like we'll have to start the weekly sessions again.

Posted by: utron at November 7, 2007 07:19 PM

Be it the lovely blue polyester leisure suit (complete with snaps instead of buttons) that I wore in the early-mid 70s or the corduroy vest and smashing rainbow Mork suspenders I sported in the late 70s, I can safely say that I wish my college days in the 80s had killed those brain cells.

Posted by: Captain Ned at November 7, 2007 10:14 PM

Reminiscent of Lileks's Dorcus collection . . . in a good way.

Posted by: The Colossus at November 8, 2007 07:28 AM

Great. Years of therapy to counteract having grown up in the 70s are now down the drain. Finally able to get those fashions out of my memory, and now they're back in all their hideousness.

Must resist urge to think about who was president before Reagan.

Good Reagan. Great president. Ending Soviet communism. mmmm, happy place.

Posted by: rbj at November 8, 2007 10:23 AM

I had a sports jacket substantially identical to the one in "How to get your ass kicked in a meeting." I also had a cream-colored three piece suit that was the same cut as the St. Patrick's Day suit, but with slightly wider lapels. And yes, I had that suit as an 8th grader and wore it to dancing classes at the Junior League.

Posted by: ScurvyOaks at November 8, 2007 10:32 AM

Seinfeld.

I can't believe no one has mentioned that yet.

Posted by: jen at November 8, 2007 12:08 PM

Jen - Yeah, that surprised me, too. What's wrong with these people?

Scurvy - Off topic but in answer to one of your earlier comments, I'm not overly-fond of detective stories but yes, I have read some Sayers. And I like the tee vee versions, both Ian Carmicheal's and Edward Petherbridge's. Although I love Carmichael's capers, I readily admit that Petherbridge's interpretation seems closer in spirit to what ol' Dorothy had in mind.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at November 8, 2007 12:39 PM

Oh, but for all that, I ripped off "thanky kindly" from Carolyn Hax, an advice columnist I used to read until she went off the rails.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at November 8, 2007 12:40 PM

Bwahaaahaaahaaaaaa

I've not laughed so hard in a long time. Thank you.

Posted by: Christine at November 8, 2007 01:03 PM

I don't know the Edward Petherbridge version. Thanks for the tip. I recently watched a bunch of the Carmichael ones via Netflix (having seen them originally on Masterpiece Theater back in the '70s). I enjoyed them a lot; my darling distaff thought they were unbearably awful. Now I can torment her with the Petherbridge ones too . . .

Posted by: ScurvyOaks at November 8, 2007 04:19 PM