One of the things I think I love most about the Winter Olympics is the alpiney-ness of it all.
I remember hearing about Lake Placid, NY for the first time because of the Olympics.
And Squaw Valley.
These places seemed quite foreign to a kid growing up among the corn.
It makes me want cocoa now, just thinking of it.
A V-neck sweater worn with a turtleneck and stretch pants--ah, Barbie looked great in that.
In junior high, a family from Colorado moved into the house across the street from ours.
My new friend had posters of Vail on her bedroom wall.
Her family car had a ski rack on it.
Exotic!
I think of these things when I watch the winter games--these men and women who spend so much time in the snow, or on the ice.
Time out, I have to apply Chap Stick.
Skating--what a sport. It's so beautiful, and unlike any other.
I thought I'd find some vintage images for us all to look at in comparison to today's scene.
Some of these images pre-date me; now there's something new.

Ok, these ladies are speed skaters. The rest of my finds are in the figure skating realm--but I love this photo!! I love the pose, I love their hats, I love the idea that they were doing this.
Very French.
The iconic Dorothy Hamill. She was IT! We all loved her so. Girl next door. And she still looks fantastic. That haircut was very cutting edge. I think Geraldine Ferraro still sports it.
Or shoe salesman--I mean, you probably needed a day job back then.
The endorsements weren't exaclty flying at the guys back then.
He's some famous champion though, seriously.
He's some famous champion though, seriously.
None other than Dick Button! Doing either his double axel jump, a triple loop, or flying camel spin (originally known as the Button camel). It's hard to tell from this what he's doing, but whatever it is, he invented it. From now on, in his honor, I'm going to call all skating moves camel buttons.
Here she is again. She needs a purse, really. She never really looks like she's enjoying her life in the photos. Wonder if she was a meth head like Andre Agassi.
And her hair was fabulous, always. Still is.
A rather odd depiction of Peggy as the world champion, with the Eiffel Tower representing the world, I think because the Olympics were in Grenoble, France that year: 1968. Imagine how cool that would have been.

Peggy en route to winning her medal.

Some stock photo broad.

I'd much rather see the next photo in this sequence.
It's either a mob hit or some of my bootlegger relatives back in the day.

In case you need it: the dress that goes from leading the band down the street
straight to the ice rink. A quick change of footwear and hat--voila.
Check it out: complicated shadows. And a hat.

Peggy en route to winning her medal.

Some stock photo broad.
Ah, yes, smoking and skating. Because after all, your hands are usually free.
See, you thought the Canadian women's hockey team had a new idea.

This really doesn't look very safe.
See, you thought the Canadian women's hockey team had a new idea.

This really doesn't look very safe.

I'd much rather see the next photo in this sequence.
It's either a mob hit or some of my bootlegger relatives back in the day.

In case you need it: the dress that goes from leading the band down the street
straight to the ice rink. A quick change of footwear and hat--voila.
Check it out: complicated shadows. And a hat.






















