Welcome Dear Readers! It’s been far too long since we’ve visited the Slightly Creepy Seventies, the decade that just can’t be rivaled when it comes to the creepy factor in fashions, home decor and food.
Today let’s talk a look back on a Slightly Creepy Seventies party where it would seem that:
Apparently Nobody Got the Memo
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And there you have it, Dear Readers. A little of the Slightly Creepy Seventies to take you on into the weekend.
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
This did creep me out. As a child of the 70’s, it makes me want to put on my velvet jacket and chuck a shrimp cocktail… now if only I could get my hands out of this jar… you make me laugh Linda.
Please don’t!
I would rock that jacket, Masta z.
Well maybe wit some bling and a microphone
There gonnna be some rap-ping going on…
word!
Yes! Please don’t!
You tell im Linda!
Yeah! I will!!!
That’s right cuz he’ll listen to you!
He will? Yeah he will!!!
I know he has too!
Thanks Trent! I’m glad i made you laugh. II was a young adult in the seventies and I remember thinking it was even weird at the time. And it seems like every time I got in the car and turned on the radio they were playing Joy to the World which is fitting background music for the slightly creepy seventies.
Wonderful tour of he 70’s!
Thanks Bumba. I think we lived through the 70’s just so we could blog about them 40 years later. 😀
I knew there was some reason for that decade!
Proving once again there’s an upside to everything! Even the 70’s!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sure, put melting butter near BBQ Yups! It won’t burn, naw!
Ha! Yes! That lady probably tipped the boiling butter on her platform shoes and welded them to her feet permanently!
So that’s why she’s gritting her teeth 😛
Yes, that and the fact that she’s stuck in the seventies!
Literally (chuckle) (drum roll k’ching) XD
*blushes while accepting chuckle award*
😀
Apparently nobody got the memo that I’m too young to remember this stuph. 😉
No I didn’t get that memo! But I did get an e-mail! 😀
ahaha!
:D!
There’s something decidedly creepy about the 70’s, Linda. I remember the times vividly and we all thought we were SO cool! LOL 😉
Oh we absolutely did, didn’t we? Gads! We were living in the futuristic seventies. I remember feeling sorry for my grandparents because they were so old and their lives were over for all intents and purposed in my mind. I think they were in their early 60’s!
Oh 70’s, why do you persist in haunting us.
WE WERE YOUNG! WE DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER!!!
forgive…
I’m still trying to get my hair to forgive me for the styles I forced it into. But I’m optimistic and like to think that time heals all bangs.
Linda, this is Nan Falkner from Friday Flash F
Hi Nan! Thanks for dropping by our little 70’s party!! 😀
It seems everything looks creepier in Technicolor. That garden party is wet and dark. People are standing in mud and everyone is sort of wandering… They MUST be pod people since that was all the rage in the 70’s.
Yes! It does look wet. And dark. Probably moldy too. They are definitely in some sort of weird slightly creepy seventies trance. Sadly one from which they may never wake up.
Hilarious as usual! Hahah
Thanks Pink! And thanks for stopping by this week’s slightly creepy seventies party!
It was my pleasure! A reminder of the funky fashion back then!
Oh they were so very strange, which of course makes them so much fun to revisit! 😀
Thanks for the smiles and laughs, Linda. 🙂
I think I was conceived at that party, green velvet and nightgown look a lot like my parents. I’m glad they bonded over luncheon meat on hemp bread, such an aphrodisiac.
Oh I’m laughing at your comment!! Considering nobody’s even talking to each other at first, that must have been some pretty powerful wine. (Give nightgown and green velvet my regards btw!)
Apparently my crowd didn’t get the memo. We were in bellbottoms, smokin’ weed, and chowing down on chips. I do like the nightgown look, but it should be shorter for the perfect 70s effect.
Ahahah! I know we could smell your wacky tabaccy wafting from over the fence — where all the cool people were who apparently didn’t get the memo. I wondered why every time I turned around I was filling up the chip bowl (apparently you guys don’t mind eating the slightly-creepy seventies, moist, limp potato chips)