‘With it’ chicks wore Courtelle, according to this clip.
Tricel, orlon, Bri-nylon – fabrics we wouldn’t have in the house now! Of course, I wasn’t sensitive to what washing for a family had meant before washing machines became accessible. Dripping sheets and shirts, every Monday, dragging them out to the washing-line, heaving them up with the prop, indoors if wet.
By the 60s we had a spin dryer, although best friend Sandra’s mum, across the road, had a twin tub. But even so, easy-care fabrics must have seemed like a gift from above. Drip-dry, easy care, little ironing, music to the ears of the person responsible for laundry.
Marvel at the shape of my dress – bought from C&A in Oxford Street, the sleeves, the belt (the black stripe my own, iron-on, addition). Even my hair. My only regret is that I didn’t have access to the hair products that Cathy McGowan did. I still envy that loose, easy shine. Corinne had it. Possibly because she brought Ryvita with Marmite to school for break. Marmite for shine.
And the Hollies were in the charts.
Read more in A Sense of Occasion – the Chelmsford Stories