Slightly Creepy Seventies: Sewing for Teens

Welcome Dear Readers to the world of the Slightly Creepy Seventies where we  trip down memory lane by revisiting the pages of old magazines from the inexplicable decade of the 70’s.  

Today we will be flipping through the pages of “let yourself sew – a complete sewing book for teens” 

Let yourself Sew with Simplicity
Published during the great capitalized letter shortage of 1975.


Let’s open to the first page. Oh look!  It’s some actual Slightly Creepy Seventies Teens!

Seventies teens

As you can see, all teenage girls in the Slightly Creepy Seventies look like they are between the ages of 35 and 40.  There are three theories for this:  1) The ugliness of the seventies was more aging to the skin than the rays of  the Slightly Creepy Seventies Sun  2) wearing stupid outfits you sewed yourself altered the chemical structure of  your DNA (not in a good way) or 3) all teenage girls in the Slightly Creepy Seventies actually were between the ages of 35 and 40.

*Note the little boy in the striped, home-sewn whatevers is keeping a low profile.  It seems one of the teenagers between 35 and 40 has started a family unbeknownst to mom.  Sh . . .I won’t tell if you won’t.

Of course the Master Plan of sewing for your teenage self in the Slightly Creepy was to: “Create Your Never-Can-Be-Duplicated Specialness!” 

70's bathrobe coat img150

Well okay then!  And what better way to do that than to sew yourself a bathrobe and wear it out in public.  Oh and don’t forget that really good friend with the cheerfully sympathetic expression to walk along beside you with her hand on your back like she’s guiding you as you schlep from place to place.

That way people who don’t understand your never-can-be-duplicated specialness, will just have to assume you’ve recently gone blind and haven’t figured out a workable system, as yet, for getting dressed in the dark. Either way it’s a slightly creepy seventies win/win!

The Slightly Creepy Seventies Heartbreak of Crochet Addiction

crochet addict

In a decade where everybody started their day out by brushing their teeth with cocaine,  gargling with LSD and using a Mescaline moisturizer, what most people don’t realize is that it was actually crochet addiction that was responsible for ruining more 1970’s wardrobes than cocaine, LSD and Mescaline combined!

For Jessica, it all began with a simple crocheted chain stitch a couple of times a week.  To unwind from a hard day of wandering around town in her corduroy bathrobe.  No harm done really. Until she started lying to granny about all the “missing” yarn.  Before you know it, she was parading up and down the streets in  purple leotards and blue anklets wearing her crochet addiction on her sleeve like a an ugly crocheted vest and hot pants — begging strangers for money and lying that she was only going to use it to buy some Mescaline Moisturizer when in reality she was going to use it to buy a basket full of kittens and yarn —then shoo away the kittens. It didn’t end well for Jessica. Today she lives in a van down by the river she crocheted herself. (Both the van and the river.)

 It’s An Applique, Okay?

Seventies teen

Sure, this slightly creepy seventies teen looks 45 but that’s only by today’s standards.  Back in the Slightly Creepy Seventies she didn’t look a day over 13!  Why? Because she’s wearing a shirt with an arrow appliqued on it that’s why!  An arrow that proclaimed to the world, “Yes!  I have an arrow on my shirt, so?  You got a problem with that?  Get over it Mom!  Get over it Dad! Get over it establishment!” Right after this she went down and signed up for a fake senior discount card!  In your face boss man.   You go teenage girl who looks 45!

Uh Oh . . . Crochet Addiction Rears it’s Ugly Head Again!

Slightly Creepy Seventies Teens

Uh Oh . . . It looks like this Slightly Creepy Seventies slumber party where everyone sewed themselves a nightgown has taken a turn for the worse. Obviously Jessica and Jessica are suffering mightily from crochet addiction withdrawals and are engaged in a fight to the death for the last ball of granny’s yarn.

It’s an ugly reality that was often swept under even uglier crocheted rugs all over Slightly Creepy Seventies America.  But then would we expect any less from the Slightly Creepy Sevenites?

And there you have it, Dear Readers, this edition of the Slightly Creepy Seventies.   But remember, even though it is now 2015 — if someone invites you to try crocheting?  Better stay on the safe side and just say no!

Until next time . . . I love you



16 thoughts on “Slightly Creepy Seventies: Sewing for Teens

  1. I can’t believe you’re mocking the crocheted ashtry I made for my parents in the second grade, to say nothing of my classic handmade hemp pajamas, in brown AND burnt orange!

    • So you were a Slightly Creepy Seventies crocheting fool! A child prodigy no less! !I always suspected as much Guap. Which is of course why you are one of my favorite SSS People!

  2. Looks like the slightly creepy 70’s teen in the blue blouse in the first photo forgot to sew herself some pants to go with the blouse. Also, I don’t think the last photo is so much slumber party gone wrong but rather affirmation that, in the 70’s, everybody really was Kung Fu Fighting.

  3. Linda,

    Boy, you must feel MUCH better now! Quite an outburst, though, do you really think it kind to make fun of those poor models? It must have been hard to find work back then for middle aged models who look like they’re in recovery from a severe crochet addiction….

    It sure feels good to poke at the mundanes, doesn’t it?

    gigoid, the dubious


    • I’m evil Ned! You know that. We might as well quit pretending, drop the facade and get real! If you need me, you can find me down at my local yarn store polishing off the rest of the inventory! 😀

  4. Sadly, I was a crochet-addicted, sewing-afflicted, young mom. My poor son was forced to wear home made plaid suits but did not complain about the snuggle baby blankets or hats and scarves. Nicely done!

  5. In 1976, my aunt knitted me a beige crew neck pullover. I hated it. So, I put my legs through the arms and pulled it up like a pair of trousers. For one day, I went round pretending I was an over-worked battery hen. I still find it hard to hold down a proper job.

  6. Wow! Crocheted shortie pajamas, and a big fat corduroy bathrobe!! My mind’s workin’ overtime, tryna picture Al Gore in that outfit!! He would, of course, be wearing the shortie pajamas on the outside!!

    That shot of the deranged Karate Gal goin’ “Hee-YAAAHH!” in a granny gown just about done me in! I ain’t seen nada like thet, since I watched Enter The Creepy, where Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris battled it out for one of Granny Smith’s Crocheted Pies!! Fantastic post, my dear Linda!!! : )

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