Talking with people who grew up in the 1960s, they tell me they can physically recall the feel of ice-cold aluminum tumblers in their hands--and they name their favorite color combination of tumbler & Kool-Aid too.
Another '60s design women around my age mention is the furry snowball hat, with its dangling pom-poms.
Well, last night I saw such a hat in the window of a thrift store.
Fifteen dollars. What a steal for a remembrance of times past.
(Pink lipstick courtesy of Cathy.)
Sensory memories are like time travel: When I put the hat on, I'm in fourth grade again. Except the one I had in the winter of 1969 was white.
[I started the 365 self-portraits project on my 48th birthday last year: I only have a couple weeks to nudge the number up; but I just counted and surprisingly I've averaged about one every three days.]