‘Horridculture’ or not? I do not believe that this recycled article conforms to the ‘Horridculture’ meme; but perhaps the sarcasm qualifies it as such.
Halston was quite the rage when I was a little tyke.
I did not know exactly what that meant.
I can remember elegant ladies wearing Halston pill box hats. From the back seat of the new 1967 Chevelle, I could admire my Mother’s, while my younger brother on the other side of the car got tangled in our flower child Aunt’s abundant and long hair blowing in the wind.
Although I had never seen a Halston before, I could determine from hats made from them that they were soft, fuzzy and cylindrical. I knew that apricots, walnuts and oranges grew on trees, so I would sometimes look into unfamiliar trees, including the silk oaks next door, to see if I could see Halstons ripening in them.
My older sister eventually explained that Halston was they guy who made the hats. He was very busy. His hats were very popular. Apparently…
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