The reason for my embracing winter in Australia and taking a trip to New South Wales’ Southern Highlands?
An invitation too good to refuse, that’s what.
So, it was back to 1973 for me and a gaggle of other top chicks.
This excited me for a number of reasons, not just because there was a promise of smoked oysters on Jatz, but because I was there in 1973. I was a six-year-old and had clearly embraced my love of all things fashion (not to mention the ability to strike a pose) with this VERY SHORT number on my first day of school.
Wear are my shorts, mum? Geez. The boy? My best friend because his parents owned the corner store on the next block. In my mind this represented access to an unlimited supply of one cent lollies.
As the only person at Mrs Woog’s first 40th birthday celebration to have actually been out of nappies in 1973, I offered up menu and music advice. Strictly speaking my knowledge of such matters related to the ’70s years post 1973 when I was old enough to study and absorb such matters but what’s a few years between friends … especially when Abba, Sherbet, Carly Simon and Joni Mitchell are served up with coloured cocktail onions and devils on horseback.
How’s the 1970s table-scaping? BabyMac’s alter ego, Beverley, was in full flight.
So much food colouring all in one place … who could resist?
For the young and uninitiated, devils on horseback are grilled prunes wrapped and bacon. You either love or hate them. Me, it’s about the love. How chic does our hostess with the mostess look?
When we sat down to dinner to a main course of beef bourguignon on potato mash, whipped up by Kim from new Sydney-based food catering business Allconsuming Food, the only sounds coming out of the 10 women seated around the table were unintelligible groans of appreciation.
Knowing what desserts were to come, we wisely waited some time before carving up this New York baked cheesecake …
… and this chocolate mousse caramel tart arrangement.
I’d love to tell you that both desserts looked way better than they tasted but I’d be lying. They tasted out of this world. Lucky for me, the dinner party dress of choice in the early 1970s was the kaftan.
A style of dress I happily embrace with or without a ’70s theme because of its non-waist-constricting qualities.
Camilla kaftan* available for weekly hire from GlamCorner for $129| Metalicus long-sleeve dress layered underneath for warmth| Jaime Mascaro knee-high boots | ASOS assorted layered necklaces and hoop earrings | Cuffs borrowed from a girlfriend
Is hiring a gown for a special occasion not THE BEST idea? This kaftan arrived in a big box a few days before I was to travel. It was covered in a suit bag ready to hang on my arrival at the Southern Highlands.
I got to feel very glam in a garment that even if I had the budget to buy, I’d maybe wear sporadically at most. Mind you, I got a taste of Camilla’s attention to detailing and fabrication. Could be a dangerous situation come summer.
Yesterday, I posted it back to GlamCorner in a prepaid post bag that came with the garment. No dry cleaning costs and insurance included (should damage occur).
That’s what you call a guilt-free wardrobe win in my books.
Mrs Woog … I think we did the 1970s proud. Enjoy your Birthday Month of Festivities.
Are you old enough to remember the ’70s? Favourite party food? What can you remember your parents wearing?
PS. Want more 1970s dinner party inspiration? Download the winter 2013 edition of BabyMac’s Beverley magazine.