I don't define myself as a hippie though I think that is quite irrelevant. What I wear, how I live and who I am are all intertwined but I don't feel a need to identify with a group, only to be true to myself. Knowing who I am doesn't mean I am any good at automatically translating that into a wardrobe that clearly tells others who I am, but those who know me agree that I am instinctively attracted to certain types of clothing that read 'hippie'. I'm not interested in wearing a costume or staying true to a particular era of fashion but I'd say my clothes are hippie influenced
Anne of Spy Girl chose a 60s theme for 52 Pick Me Up this week and it certainly appeals to me because my taste is quite compatible with the later part of the decade. In fact, it is the hippie era, the late sixties (and early seventies) that appeal to me most, whether it's a touch of the psychedelic or something more earthy and granola inspired. (Fashion trends often go mid-decade to mid decade and thus the early 60s looks more like the late fifties and the late sixties like the early seventies)
I am not inclined towards magical thinking, not superstitious, religious or spiritual, but in general human beings tend to be so I am fighting against nature and sometimes I falter. It fascinates me that the time period I am most drawn to, at least in terms of aesthetics, is from 1965-1975 and I was born in 1967. Clearly I am the reincarnation of someone who died while on a really good trip, leaving me with a love of tie-dye and Jefferson Airplane. I certainly can't claim that I was born into or grew up in such an environment, though I might be a little bit peeved that my parents were not hippies and did not raise me in a commune. Just think of the fascinating book I could write if they had!
I laughed when I found I had dressed just like Anne. She looks great in her version and I hope I look good in mine too as it is something that feels totally me. I am certain I could live in leggings with a tunic or short dress, and if it has a bit of a 60s vibe, even better!
Haha that hair! It's kind of a bad hair day. I suspect myself of running my hands through it while I was reading. Oh well. This was a hanging out at home outfit as you can tell by the bare feet.
I tried out this outfit below on the same day, while I was pondering what to wear to Father's Day dinner on Sunday. I don't know if this is meant to be a mini dress but on me it's a tunic and even a bit risky at that. It certainly reminds me of a 60s mini dress though. It just barely covers my tush and it wouldn't if I bent over but I like the look of it with leggings and I think I would like it with cropped black skinny jeans or skinny black capris. I know that sometimes I would wear it with a short skirt but I am considering going out and about like this but just not to dinner with my dad. He will ask why I forgot to put on a skirt with my blouse.
Also, this top works better for me without a bra and it's not very kind to subject your father to your perky nipples even if it is a fantastic beatnik meets mod look.
I decided on this instead. Still a bit of a 60s vibe to it, I think. Let's call it Haute Hippie. It isn't my most slimming outfit, but then it was chosen because I was intending to indulge heavily in food and wine.
I couldn't decide on footwear, still waffling at the point I took this photo. This was a trial run, so I have 24 hours to decide. And thankfully I have a good collection of little shrugs. If I wanted a better 60s hippie vibe I'd wear a shawl, but then I would probably forget and take it off and have the ugly bra strap issue. I rely on shrugs a great deal in summer as I just don't get along very well with teeny little straps and this lovely green velour bustier has the most pathetic, teeny little straps I've ever seen. There is no going braless in this one so the shrug keeps me warm and hides the bra straps.
I dredged this picture up from what is the computer equivalent of a big shoe box of photos. I adore my cowboy boots but they are a bit too big for me and I have to wear thick socks in them, but how can I give up a delightfully battered pair of orange cowboy boots that are so well made I think they are the real thing. They are mens' actually, which is partly why they are too big for me.
Some closeups of stuff....
I usually forget to include my accessories in a photo as I tend to put them on at the last minute. The brooch is Scottish and inherited through my grandmother but it was either her mother's or her aunts. I pinned it on the bustier right above the lacing. The earrings are a pair of my many silver celtic knot danglers. I love celtic knots and most especially when they are in silver jewelry.
The copper cats are in this picture because I was thinking that they might have suited the Peace and Love outfit, giving me something orange to tie in with the boots.
I have another bag similar to this, which I featured in my post on purses etc, but I'd forgotten that this one was tucked away in my closet. The peace sign looks a bit like a skull. So there we are. More than any other era I think it is the mod and hippie era of the late sixties and early seventies that I am most drawn to, except perhaps The Renaissance and the flapper era.