My mother and grandmother went through a Phentex phase. Phentex slippers, Phentex hats, Phentex ponchos…yes, ponchos. Like a shawl with none of the glamour. And fringe. Granny square Phentex. Orange and brown Phentex (see photo above.) Purple and green Phentex. (All photos of such have been mercifully destroyed.)
Wearing Phentex was like wearing clothes knit out of pink fiberglass insulation.
Make it yourself! Afghans, ponchos, baby clothes…a continuation of the sixties handcraft revival, teamed with Nana’s depression era thriftiness. Remember broomstick lace, and the scarves and shawls that looked like poor excuses for fishing nets?
I think these elegant ensembles just scream “I had acorn granola for breakfast.” And the hors d’oeuvres served at this party involved canned salmon and wheat thins. Because we were like that. Sincerely delusional.
We could teach hipsters a thing or two…
We could turn our handwork skills to providing something nice for the man of the house, when he wanted to be styling while shopping for a new Gremlin.
We were cool.