"If you go to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair..." the song went.San Francisco always seemed to be a part of my 20's.
My college friend and I did a road trip there one spring break. Rod and I honeymooned there, eating at the original Spaghetti Factory, a hole in the wall in a not so nice neighborhood then. We ran out into the street to hop onto open air streetcars that clinked up steep hills cresting the top for panoramic views. We watched the gulls at Fishermen's Wharf, ate crepes at the Magic Pan and fresh chocolate at Ghiridelli .
Even my favorite pair of jeans were San Francisco brand. They had a special fit and feel of their own, seems like every college girl needed a pair then; the perfect color of soft, blue, denim, and long flowing legs slightly flared over a thick soled shoe or boot.
I had a pair of brown leather shoes then that looked like a boot but really were a backless, high heeled shoe. Pretty classy look with those jeans although it made my 5'7"frame even taller. (Seems funny now to see all the young single women running around in flats.) It was a flowing look with my long, straight, red-blond hair parted down the middle.
I have very few items from those days but I kept that pair of jeans. They were in good shape and I guess I thought the look might come back someday. Was my waist ever that tiny?
I found them buried in storage the other day and decided there might be someone looking for them by now. They would be in perfect shape for being over 35 yrs old.
I didn't find any evidence of anyone looking for them, perhaps they are so rare now few know about them? Maybe I will put them on EBay and see what happens. Someone in Japan may be "up" on 70's West Coast culture and want to experience slipping on those magic jeans!
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