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Fashion feature from UK Woman’s Own magazine, December 18, 1965 issue:   SWINGING PARTY-TIME FASHIONS (at London’s Scotch of St. James Club)   It’s here! The time for parties - smart, casual, simply elegant or even just plain fun. Think of the occasion and pick something sensational to wear. Like these glittering pop styles, after-six sophisticates, simple lines for home entertaining or pretty, casual styles for office parties. - Suzanne Grey   POP PARTY   From left to right: pop star Susan Maughan in a gold lamé dress with gored skirt, V-neck. By Simon Massey, 9 gns. Also in silver.   Model girl Pattie Boyd chooses smooth black crepe with spotted bow and matching flutes on hem - perfect on a blonde! By Marlborough, £6 19s. 6d. Black only. Sizes 10-16.   TV commère Anne Nightingale (behind Pattie) wears an ankle-length black wool dress with white collar and hem. By Miss Novell, £5 19s. 6d. Sizes 10-16.   Top Of The Pops Samantha Juste picks a pink chiffon flamenco dress, dotted in white. By Shubette, 7½ gns. Other colours: black and banana.   Singer Julie Grant chooses a turquoise felt shift, studded with enormous purple circles. By Lee Cecil, 99s. 6d. Also in black/pink.   In the background and making up a really fun party at the Scotch club in St. James’s, the ‘Hollies’ and new group, Adam, Mike and Tim. Hollies’ Allan Clarke upper left. * * * *   SOURCE of scan is the Pattie Boyd’s Sixties Style group at Yahoo!
Knifey Wifey - Oneshot

Giveaway fic for l0chn3ss  ! Sorry it doesn’t fit your prompt exactly. This is my take on the ubiquitous fake relationship AU. Canonverse, slightly inspired by my fav sitcom. Enjoy!

Maka had only met Soul’s parents once when she received an invitation on weighty cardstock to their 25th wedding anniversary celebration. Soul normally eschewed all Evans family gatherings, but they were in the area for a mission anyway and couldn’t stay away.

The event took place in a grand ballroom ablaze with gold and dark red. Party goers were mostly the old and the wealthy, making Maka and Soul among the youngest in attendance. Soul’s father was remarkably absent at his own party, which, according to her weapon, was pretty usual behavior. Knowing no one, the partners said hello to Soul’s mother the moment they arrived.

Their exchange of niceties with Soul’s mother was interrupted by a rotund man in a gold waistcoat and blazer clapping her weapon on the back. The sudden contact clearly surprised Soul, who flinched.

“Congratulations!” the man boomed. Soul stared, clearly confused. Why would this man, who Maka took to be one of Soul’s more eccentric family members, congratulate them? The battle on the moon occurred almost four years ago. “Ariana and I are very happy for you. Best of wishes! Find me a bit later, and I might have a little,” he leaned in and shot Soul an obvious wink, “gift for you.”

They watched the man stride away and towards a waiter bearing champagne flutes. “Hem, hem.” Soul’s mother wore a tight smile. “Can I quickly talk to you to over here?” Cressida linked her arm with her son’s and pulled him to the side of the ballroom. Her beautiful face was mired with stress and anxiety.

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