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Over here!

(that'd be 1970s string rather than those dubious modern pants)

Lol @ macramé . I'm sure we got up to That Sort Of Thing with the girl guides.
Strops omg tales of the unexpected - Roald Dahl .< Dsis and I on a horrible brown tweed settee terrified and fascinated> used to do the dance to the theme tune too.}{}{}{

Isn't it weird how these things come back to you? Who knew that I could vividly recall the theme music right now... and the silhouetted dancing woman!
And OMG... we too had the brown tweedy / knobbly sofa to watch it from...

Are you the sister I never had Crem??

Oqc we are ' of an era'
Isn't it peculiar that our lives were quite small- 3 channels in the telly, all taught the same syllabus, : our children's lives are so diverse they probably won't have that same nostalgia recognition thing we do

Blimey got a bit thoughtful there-< imagines the 70s in a vaguely orange hue>

Brown knobbly sofa here too.....

And my mum finding me rolling around in the guests fur coats that were left on their bed, while the dinner party went on below....

Tales of the Unexpected was scary, really scary!

We had green paisley wallpaper in the kitchen and an orange fitted kitchen. One wall had pine pannelling, which got quite dark, what with all the cooking fat and cigarette smoke. The rest of the house was quite traditional, with Sanderson wallpaper, but the kitchen made you suck your breath in, on entering. All that colour!

I whittled a woggle at guides and did indeed make a macrame owl wall hanging. It had a bit of stick woven into it, as its perch. Guides! With that "air hostess" type uniform and hat!

You're so right re the smallness and the recognition.
We had an orange and sludge green wrighton kitchen.
And yes, the macrame owl had a twig perch!

Yes the navy hat! Omg I lost mine in a drop latrine whilst camping with guides in Wales. I was made to collect water for billy tea from a stream for the whole pack
now a vintage piece

goodnight laydees
I am off to my mattress. New carpet tomorrow!

Macramé owl - I wasn't advanced enough for that. I made plant pot holders.
Yes to all the 'food' mentioned, and being put in the boot of cars....
Rice ring - good yes, height of sophistication.
Quite fond of the 70s really, I generally had a good time growing up until about 77 and then it went to hell......

My macrame owl (on it's twig) sat proudly on the wall of my French (penfriend from when we were 12) friend's mum's kitchen for years

I feel quite with all your Abigail's party tales - the height of sophistication in our house was a barrel of Party 7 and the folding cards table with the green baize in front of the footy! I did watch Tales of the Unexpected though

BD, I too am quite fond of the 70's, although it was pretty hellish at home from about 1969 till about 1975!

I have tidied up a bit, washed floors, cleaned kitchen and bathroom and made the house look a bit less like the Wreck of the Hesperus. And have just seen the time - I should be on my way to work!

BTM - older sibling?

I have just realised it is my brother's birthday tomorrow - damn.......

BD, Nah, alcoholic father

MrsS, you need to namechange back to FuckingWonderwoman

All these buffets make me think of Margot off the good life. I used to love pineapple/cheese/sausages on stick stuck into half a grapefruit (may try this one on french children as social experiment).

We also had bright green luminous volvo and pine walled kitchen. They got it all redone "posh" after I left home .

crem I don't think our children will have the nostalgia of Tales of the Unexpected and hiding behind the sofa during Dr Who - the things that unite disparate Brits of a certain age all over the world.

We had volvos too! First one was mustard colour - RJH 400H - the second custard, and the third more a french mustard. We used to get put in the boot in sleeping bags to drive to our holiday cottage in Norfolk. Which had an olive green kitchen, mustard yellow front door and Ercol settees. And sunburst shagpile rug.

My parents were always at, or hosting 'neighbours in', where heroic quantities of booze was consumed. One neighbour specialised in black velvet - guinness and champagne - and another in a lethal punch based on grappa. All the kids used to drink the leftovers.

Macrame plant pot holders were filled with spider plants, and a teatime treat was butterscotch Angel Delight, or a Symington's table cream. With Florida orange juice, that was kept in the freezer. Or Rise and Shine, on cheaper days (made from a packet. Bizarre). Tins of Twiglets. Aaaaahhh... the 70s. Happier, simpler times.

I had lots of dolls in national dress in a cabinet. And lots of Top of the Pops albums, with ladies in bikinis on the front.

My dad spent most of the 1970s pretending he was still living in the 1950s. We had a 1950s kitchen (my poor mother) which he refused to update on the principle that it all still worked. According to him, "the teenager" was a nasty new-fangled invention as well. We were also not allowed a sofa on the grounds that he couldn't understand why anyone would want to share sitting space with another person. A decadent concept, apparently.

Herbs lol yes the twigets were long remember ! And came in a peak freans box. Yes too to butterscotch Angel Delight and the frozen Rise and Shine. In actual fact the majority of our diet was orange as I recall.
Birdseye supermousse
Birdseye fish fingers
Birdseye beef burgers
Heinz baked beans
Angel delight
Spaghetti hoops

Then dm had a deep fat fryer fitted into the work top of the mustard poggenpohl kitchen in jubilee year( 77) and we deep fried pretty much everything after that.

My parents had a deeply ambiguous relationship with the whole of the 1960s and 1970s. My father was a university lecturer at UEA, and of a vaguely liberal-lefty disposition, yet most of the more exciting aspects of the decades passed him by.

We have a macramé owl somewhere. I have absolutely no idea how DP came by it.

Ooh! And long Matchmakers! And long matches, in a fancy box, for lighting endless cigarettes put out in an ashtray on a stand, with a button on the top that span the fag end and ash into the vessel below.

The 70s was the era of olive green for me....everything (walls, carpet, curtains, sofa) in a sludgey goldy-greeny colour. And nylon.

Possibly some flashes of orange in the kitchen....

We had a vair modern house, built in 1974. It had a turquoise shower room! We had duvets (or "continental quilts" as they were known as)! No deep-fat-fryer, though (not with my health-freak DM).

I made a macrame belt, with loooong tassels at the end, in red, white & blue for the Silver Jubilee.

I also had the national costume dolls, which DM exhumed from the loft only last year. They had pretty much fallen apart; surprisingly enough, the DDs weren't remotely interested in having them so they went in the bin . Of course, also in the box were my Pippa dolls, which then fetched over £200 on eBay.

No Volvo, but a bright blue Triumph Dolomite.

I have just remembered that I made macrame purses on long straps. They became all the rage in Y6 and I made them for all my friends

My DM had a Triumph Herald until she wrote it off.

I remember that rise and shine And butterscotch Angel Delight is still a teatime treat in our house (had it last night)

My dad also had a blue Hilman Imp.

M&D built lots of houses. The best one was in the mid-60s. It had a 3ft-wide tangerine door, a magenta 'master' bathroom (inc sanitary ware), with shagpile up the side of the bath. The sitting room was floored in acres of endangered hardwood, with white goatskin rugs, and they had the Temperance Seven play at their housewarming. I bet all sorts used to go on at their parties.

The house was later bought by Donovan!