|A gaggle of flappers|
What follows is the conclusion of the complete, unexpurgated essay I wrote for English class during the school year of 1954-55, age twelve. I assume the attempts at humor were intentional, but it was too long ago to know for sure. Still concerned with "popularity", I was obviously getting tired of my subject.
Women wore "hobble skirts" with wide-brimmed hats. Colors were bright, but they turned darker towards 1920. Waistlines were lower by 1920, also.
Nothing much had changed with men's clothes. The Prince Albert or Frock coat was worn. High, tight white collars were popular.
Sailor suits were popular with children. Middy blouses were also popular towards the end of the period.
|Theda Bara barely influencing '20s fashion|
1920-1930 is commonly known as the "Flapper Age". The movie "vamp" had a strong influence on women's clothes and styles. "Flapper" was originally a name given to girls between the ages of 14 and 20, because they were at their "awkward" age. This name originated in England.
|Still stunning after all these years|
Women wore low-cut hats, ropes and ropes of pearls, low-cut necklines and short, short skirts. Shoes with accommodations for the big toes only were very popular. All in all, women had no shape at all. Longer skirts came into being towards 1930.
Straw boaters were popular with men. Tweeds were a favorite material.
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Future clothes? How should I know about future clothes? Maybe someday we'll wear the caveman's clothes again.
Emily Post was once asked "What makes a brilliant party?", and she answered "Clothes".
Reflections from the future: Not sure why I decided to ignore the '30s and '40s (aside from having met the assignment's required length). I probably thought they were like the '90s now— just not worth talking about (though I've been hearing '90s whispers lately). How could I ever have imagined the Youthquake '60s, the Hippie '70s and the Disco '80s, all just ahead but over many mountains?
In so many ways I am indeed still that twelve-year-old girl— vocal, opinionated, wanting to share my not-always-correct grip on the facts— all while dressing for that brilliant party.