Etsomnia™ Volume 54: Age is Just a Number!

August 27, 2015 by Donna from MyOBT 28 Comments

I like to imagine that the Brady Bunch cast must have the best TBT photos. This would fit right in. By BlueGrassVoodoo

Et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.)

I don’t go on Facebook as often as I used to (because I am really busy and the blog commands most of my personal internet time), but I always enjoy Thursdays on the site. In case you’re not familiar with Throwback Thursdays (TBT), it’s the day when many people post old pictures with hilarious results. And in my age bracket, the old pictures are typically from the sixties, seventies, and eighties. Therefore, I’ve decided the topic of this week’s Etsomnia is TBT, an exploration of the wacky fashion from way back when!

As usual, links to the items for sale appear below each picture. For more Etsy fun, check out all my weekly Etsomnia™ posts. Follow me on Bloglovin!

Some of my favorite TBT photos are wedding pics, and this doozie by Weirdorama would fit the bill nicely. It’s so bad, the mannequin even pulled off her right arm in embarassement

Wonderfully tragic polyester disco shirt from the seventies. I'd pay good money to see my friends in this doozie. By Antique (who must have been the first Etsy vintage seller ever to get that name)

Wonderfully tragic polyester disco shirt I would pay good money to see on my friends. (Photoshop, here I come!) By Antique, who, judging by their name, must have been the first seller ever to register with Etsy

This patchwork rooster leather jacket is so epic, you could form a minor religion around it. You know, something fancy with feathers and aliens. By Chinemachine

This patchwork rooster leather jacket is so epic, you could form a minor religion around it. You know, something fancy with silent births and aliens. By Chinemachine

If I were a weaker woman (or that size), there would be $525-shaped hole in my pocket. By Nanometer

I know tastes change, but I think you would have had to dip into the brown acid to find this attractive. By HannahBe

As bad as that poncho is, I don’t think there’s any combination of illegal substances that would make this thing okay. By APetiteFlower

I can tell just by looking at this that 1. it's been to a key party, 2. it smells like Shalimar and stale Virginia Slims, and 3. even the moths didn't want it. By DerguteHandel

I can tell just by looking at this that 1. it’s been to at least one key party, 2. it smells like Avon perfume and stale Tareytons, and 3. even the moths didn’t want it. By DerguteHandel

Back in the age of Boogie Fever, these were men's shoes. Everyone was taller back then. By Mien123

Back when people regularly came down with Boogie Fever, these were men’s shoes. (Everyone wanted to be taller back then.) By Mien123

The eighties called. Not even they want this back. By TakeTwoLA

The eighties called. They don’t actually want this back. I get that.
By TakeTwoLA

The Carol Brady look may not be for everyone, but hey, it worked for Greg! By FrocksNFrillsVintage

Men didn’t fare any better than the women did in the sixties. By ThatWasaGoodYear

Cant touch this? That’s okay. I didn’t want to, anyway. By DetroitDolly

I loved my eighties peplum LBD so much, I still have it (even though it would now fit less than half of me). By Dotto

I loved my 80’s peplum LBD so much, I still have it (even though it would take two of them to go all the way around me). By Dotto

BluegrassVoodoo describes this eyesore as:

BluegrassVoodoo describes this as: “Vintage 70s Pixelated Disco Cut Out Cage Avant Garde Bellbottom Jumpsuit. Op Art Flare boho hippie Wild Maxi dress Pants Romper.” Think that covers it?
Nope. They forgot fugly.

Considering this is how men dressed in the eighties, it's a miracle that anyone conceived any children during that decade (and I managed to produce two!). By NeonStockyards

Considering this is how people dressed in the eighties, it’s a miracle that anyone conceived any children during that decade (and I managed to produce two!). By NeonStockyards