Crochet dresses in the 1960s

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Can anyone remember a girl they knew, who wore the sixties fashion item, the knitted crochet dress.
I was 10 and attended a methodist Sunday school and was absolutely gobsmacked when the 21 year old teacher sat talking scripture wearing a full crochet dress. Obviously every hole between the links was an invitation to get a glimpse of perfect skin on toned legs tummy and her décolletage. I was trying to convince myself she had no underwear too but that was in my fantasy, but she wore no slip or petticoat and no tights that day, and her underwear was white so as the dress was a cream colour the borders between skin and lingerie were defined. Just wish the holes were bigger. I learned nothing that day except what made my little cock stay solid for an hour.
I think Twiggy wore these dresses when she modelled for knitting magazines. I also remember Lulu in one too. None compared to my slutty Sunday school teacher, who was fiancée to a friend's older brother. He used to drive me nuts with stories about her sex life with his brother, though I doubt any of it was true, I just hoped it was.

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I had an older cousin who's wife wore them. She was tall thin and blonde , very pretty. Loved seeing her in them, she never wore a bra . This was back in the late sixties and early seventies .

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Originally Posted by stiv837

I had an older cousin who's wife wore them. She was tall thin and blonde , very pretty. Loved seeing her in them, she never wore a bra . This was back in the late sixties and early seventies .

Same era for me. I think my object of fantasy was called Brenda. Nearly every person new a Brenda in the sixties. I reckon she was a size 12 but only about 5ft4 but her boyfriend was over 6ft, as was his most of the family. I used to attend Boys Brigade and was really happy when I realised all the women wore uniform which included black stockings and suspenders. Brenda wore the same when she helped out. Her bust must have been a DD and there was always a gap between her shirt buttons for a peek of breast. The sixties was the very best decade. The main leader's wife was my friends mum and although she was in her late fifties even she looked delicious in a uniform wearing stockings too. When we did our badges she was always attentive to me(possibly because I lived in her street and was friends with her youngest son) but I loved it when she got close and she felt my hand or squeezed my leg and I could hear her the rustle of her stockings as she crossed her legs. This was the era when parents left their kids under the total care of people in their authority, including when they went camping and the uniformed ladies would be there to towel the boys down after a swim, all innocent of course.