Saturday, 21 November 2015

WE ARE THE OP SHOP QUEENS


THE MURIELS GO SHOPPING




In the old days  my mother would indulge in a little shopping therapy by visiting Nat Browns.  the department store with everything bar food. aunt maud who was never into female trappery would spend the morning in Farmers and Graziers. by lunchtime you could bet your bottom dollar both had found a bargain neither really needed. 

roll on the seventies and by then St Vincent de Paul had rolled out their shops across the nation.  quickly referred to as vinnie's boutiques. and these days proudly labelled simply Vinnie's.

every little church cum charity has gradually jumped on the band wagon. some have even franchised their op shops out. this means they are competitive in price. bargains less likely.




I met Mrs Shea one lunchtime in the coastal town. when i was young and beautiful and god's answer to mankind. so to speak. she was struggling up the hill with these suitcases. i thought she had just got off the bus. even i found those cases heavy as i struggled up the hill behind her. through the catholic churchyard. to a house equal to the manor born. filled with crap from one end to the other. yes you guessed right. she had discovered Vinnie's and could not resist a bargain.


but these original Vinnie's shops sure came in handy for fancy dress parties. invited to a formal dinner i quickly scooped a slinky blue number, some strapless shoes, and patterned tights from the local Vinnie's for $5. a rose here. a rose there. and away i went. i think it was a christmas do at caz's and peter's in the country. the belle of the ball so to speak. and the power went off. and on the way home the power was off. in every street. in every town. spooky. some of you must remember this. mid late seventies? 





might need super sleuth on the job.


for another fancy dress party that actually turned into one very long night of partying from memory, Leon and Gary dressed up as twin madams. identical red dresses, drooping pantyhose and identical white shoes. from the real life original Vinnie's in Stewart St. leon stainer do you remember this? it started out as someone's 21st at the surf life saving club and ended up god knows where sometime next day. and i lost my car. but that's beside the point because Vinnie's don't sell cars.


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but as the years have wandered on some of us have become personifications of Mrs Shea. not many places now provide a general store. like Kenworthy's in Latrobe, a place to indulge so to speak. where there was always a bargain out the back, under the counter or up in the roof. something unexpected. so we promise ourselves a quick break in the day's proceedings. a little uplift. time out. a quick visit to the favourite op shop. here we go.




now i must admit to you all that the Muriels' houses are well known to be op shops in themselves. for who would know when one will need that small piece of green material, that purple lace trimming, that silk tie, those jointed barbie dolls that orange tile. everything needs a home.










finding good material, particularly cotton material, is like winning tattslotto. it is certainly cheaper than a flutter on the pokies and much more rewarding as you can always be sure of a surprise. like the old fashioned thermos that stays hot for days on end . that i found in a lygon st. op shop. everywhere you go you will even have a choice of shop. but out of all this so called crap amazing things can emerge.









and i think someone should have written a song to celebrate the op shop queens. it is a title of which we are very proud. but before i sign off i must dedicate this post to the Duchess of Op Shops. she knows the whereabouts and specialties and bargains, and the colour of each front door, anywhere between New Norfolk and the mouth of the Derwent River. 




but failing to find a song to suit us, you are just going to have to adjust your words using the famous lyrics and music of ABBA. come on its nearly the silly season. have a sing and a dance. and then go op shopping.



ABBA - Dancing Queen (1976) HD 0815007 - YouTube


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ABBA - Dancing Queen, ein Hit 1976. Audio-CD-Sound zu Video-Material aus TV -Show ...
















Wednesday, 18 November 2015

WE DO THE HOKEY POKEY


AND WE TURN OURSELVES AROUND











well here we go again!  yes i got a bit lost on the last post on dancing.  now i have found the wee video clip that inspired me to want swing these old arthritic legs round the floor once again. come on take those 36 seconds to watch it and you will understand why i got carried away.



Community Service Announcement with music by Fabian Fitzgerald

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then i noticed that its with music by Fabian and off we go again.





from the days when sue and i sat around the edges of dance halls in our frilled petticoats waiting to be twisted off the floor to the rollicking eighties. 



during what should have been my greatest years of making a fool of myself on the dance floor found me with a variety of  husbands not keen to dance with me. this little snapshot shows what i was up against. except for husband no. 3 who would boisterously, and without rhythm hip hop himself through folk dances. generally throw himself at all the ladies. his specialty was the hokey pokey where he tried to bump any lady next to him off the floor when he turned himself around.





so come along the eighties. no husbands. no offspring to embarrass. lots of spare and not so spare men floating round. and then there was Fabian. who was the best partner in the world for many of us who were really middle aged women.


and along with the dearest sweetest gay guys to dance with along came the feminists. many a time i was clasped to a berlei bosom and almost smothered by an eager feminist in search of a mother. oh god if only they had known then that i would get voted bad mother and grandmother of the year.







one weekend Fabian and i headed off for a country weekend in my silver sports car. mmm yes.  just like the la di das do in england. the only things i can remember of that weekend was Fabian in danger of falling off the bed, very drunk in his loft. of dancing to fleetwood mac and feeling very small while being clasped to val's generously padded bosom. which took me months from which to escape.









and dancing through Knopwoods, partying and dancing to my own band for my 50th at Rockafellers then onto Round Midnight where i had a badge of honour. probably because i was there so often and also because Ross was a friend way back in the Sassafras days. oh dear i missed the out completely.they will have to have a separate post! i no longer have the Round Midnight badge but i do have the badge Janine made in 1989 for when i was a star! twenty five years on we are both still shining!





so back to the dancing and a couple of weeks ago i decided it was time to join those beautiful oldies on the wee video clip. i phoned arthritis something or other and they told me to look up the yellow pages. or the senior citizens' clubs in my area.


wisely i chose a club and a venue far away from la de dardle.  it is just a bit dicy me joining a club. ask my friend helen. i just simply take over. so off i trekked to Paradise Gardens for an afternoon of dancing and indoor bowling.





the woman leading the show was a berlie bosomed lady in a mauve twinset. and a guy with a bow tie on the piano.  give it a go i said to myself. just give it a go. so in a circle we were lined up. boy girl boy girl she instructed. so i grabbed a small sweet man and tucked him under my left armpit. in trouble already. gents must go to the right. smack smack! now remembering the video i was anticipating a little bit of rock and roll.  but NO!!!  i couldn't believe it.  you put your left hand in, you put your left hand out. now we were already in trouble at the put your left foot in stage. some of the folk from  st. deidre's had lost the trick of working out left from right so we were really in a pickle.




but oh my god when they got to the turn yourself around all the men in the circle became replicas of my third husband. out came their bums, both large and small, sending the ladies on their merry way.  mmm yes well my merry way was really out the door.





oh and by popular request.  just see how hard it all is to distinguish left     from right!!! have a geeza.






Baby Boomer DJs - Seniors and their families doing ...


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Another short snippet of our fun loving Seniors doing the Hokey Pokey, at The Lakes family ...

















Sunday, 1 November 2015

DANCING IN THE STREETS.

this little theme all started because there was a commercial on SBS showing a gorgeous old girl, still with an 18 inch waist and ankles good enough to sport lace trimmed ankle socks jiving and dancing. she makes you want to get up and join her. 


there are lots of songs and video clips and movies devoted to dancing. ifound some favourites today. I haven't bothered with the music from the early tap dancing sessions along the river in wendy cole's mother's sunroom. in fact i can't actually remember any music from those days. I only remember my mother telling my auntie kitty that i was not dance material. just as well I was thick skinned.

  




but i certainly did feel different from the prancing skinny little girls with whom i danced. after all i was brought up on a very nutritious solid diet. so my father said. but many of the female brand of child endures dance lessons. we as mothers never seem to learn. although occasionally one young person sticks to it. in fact i feel guilty now as i know three of the latest generation who have "made it" a worthwhile occupation so to speak into their adult years. well i went straight from the heel toe heel toe tap to being the star of the school ball at aged just eleven. 


we had moved out to the farm and i had transferred from my safe and proper school to a small local one. kids who did not pass the eleven plus exams stayed on at this school so suddenly i was mixing with older kids. star of the show so to speak. with an older boyfriend to boot. 

one of the teachers had got hooked on the latest  craze of square dancing and chose eight of us to demonstrate at the annual school ball. to parents and kids alike. oh me oh my. i was in my element. with my older boyfriend max as my partner i was the belle of the balle. in a beautiful smocked peasant blouse and full frilled skirt.




I guess my mum actually used a pattern like this as fashions stores were scarce after the second world war. well done mum. and maybe its time to give you a tune to dance to. please take note that these dancers are no longer eleven so please join in. this was the tune we square danced to at the ball in 1952.




Square dance - Oh Johnny (mixer) - YouTube

Video for oh johnny square dance song





well i diddled and danced my way through high school, dancing in the gym. as one did in those days.  putting up with the progressive barn dances that went on for ever. refusing to go home with any boy who wore straight 8 hair oil like my brother, or californian poppy like those dreadful boys down the lane. went hip hopping in the country halls with my brother and his friends. sat silently and alone while they woofed their beers down in their utes outside.




then let's fast forward. why not. there is a serious short story some where on my dancing life, if you are truly bored today. it  probably fills in the missing dance years.  just follow this link.

the dance of life

the dance of life












so now to a real fast forward.  when my friend sue and i were nineteen we hit the high spots on the mainland one christmas. my but our little tasmanian eyes were opened very wide. in melbourne the fashion was power house dancing. every where. no prides of erin, waltzes or progressive bloody barn dances.  the place where it started, the POWER HOUSE, was always soooo packed you could only jiggle and wiggle in front of your partner. and so  power house dancing it became everywhere.
surprise surprise. check out last years reunion!  i tell you, we oldies don't lie down quietly.

Dance hall darlings to reunite for Power House Albert Park reunion ...

www.heraldsun.com.au/.../dance...power-house.../story-fngnvlpt- 1227029739588

Aug 19, 2014 ... The Power House dances at the former Power House Club House, now The Park Function Centre in ... 1200 and 1500 punters in the 1960s and '70s — said for a lot of people Power House defined Melbourne's social scene

but better stiil that year, the january of 1960 i think, super sleuth you had better check that date, my friend Sue and I met Chubby Checker in Geelong and learnt how to twist.  when we returned to tasmania we were not only the most popular girls on the planet, but the fittest. just twist along to this little clip daily and you will no longer need your gym membership, your physiotherapist or your daily walk.

chubby checker-the twist (1960) (dancing) (hd ...


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chubby checker-the twist (1960) (dancing) (hd) ... Top 30 Greatest Songs 1960- 1969 ...


and if you want to get truly nostalgic like me here is the boy himself as seen and enjoyed by yours truly. in Geelong. in 1960.