In my quest to find a hip, cool and groovy outfit for my impending Woodstock, 1969-themed 40th birthday bash, today I hit the op-shops of Whangarei (along with hairdressers and second-hand book shops, Northland's biggest city has more than its fair share of second-hand clothing shops. I'm not sure what this means...).
Unlike my highly successful quest to kit myself out for my Woodstock, 1969-themed 21st birthday bash in the opshops of New Lynn, West Auckland, circa 1990, I found the op-shops of Whangarei were sadly lacking in paisley, muslin, embroidered, cheesecloth and ethnic garments.
As I browsed rack after rack, flank to flank with old-age pensioners, I came to the conclusion that fashion must go in this 20-25 year old cycle before meeting its ultimate graveyard - the opshop. There were pastels, there were boxy dresses, there were shoulderpads, there were synthetic blouses, there were striped shirts; in fact, everything that screamed 1990.
Ironically, it would seem that I will have to hit the high street to kit myself out. Yep, cheap and cheerful chainstore Glassons was full of paisley maxi-dresses. tie-dyed t-shirts and flowery peasant tops.
Funny that.
