Peaches and Herb
This post first appeared on Regretsy on July 31, 2011.
Everyone who sold pot in the 80′s had an afghan like this, so I can only imagine how many deals went down on these pants. You could probably get enough shake out of these for a bong load.
But that’s how people bought pot back then; they went to some guy’s house. They didn’t have collectives and prescriptions and pharmacies. No, you had to drive out to bumfuck, and sit on some guy’s afghan while he made you a “lid”. And you couldn’t just leave once you got it, because that would be rude. No, you had to get high with him, and watch Wheel of Fortune for 20 minutes while your friend Debi waited in the car and smoked her mom’s Parliaments.
At least, that’s what I’ve heard.
May 27, 2012 at 11:57 am
My husband’s Mom just gave us a few afghans like this. Brb, gotta get some Zig-Zags and a big bag of doritos.
May 27, 2012 at 12:00 pm
don’t forget the Mt Dew!
May 27, 2012 at 3:58 pm
actually sugar free energy drink(Rockstar Redbull) does a much better job – no burn out and no sugar crash
(cue Thomas Dolby voice:”SCIENCE!”)
May 27, 2012 at 5:11 pm
Mountain Dew and Funyans. That’s the true combo.
May 27, 2012 at 11:59 am
I’m getting the munchies just looking at it!
May 27, 2012 at 12:00 pm
Ugh, that’s still how some of us have to get our weed. Except instead of these afghans, it’s those printed fleece blankets, and they’re covering up the spot where somebody barfed on the couch. And you don’t have to watch Wheel of Fortune, but you’ll probably have to watch Comic Book Men. “Duuuuuuude, have you seeeeen this?”
So, what I’m saying is, expect to see pants like this in thirty-years, but made out of Red Sox logo fleece.
May 27, 2012 at 12:06 pm
Why wait?
http://www.majesticathletic.com/Boston-Red-Sox-Navy-Send-Em-Home-Fleece-Pants-_1759173457_PD.html
May 27, 2012 at 1:27 pm
I love the use of “majestic” in the web address.
May 27, 2012 at 2:39 pm
That’s how people still buy pot here as well. From middle aged men with fleece blankets, and one of those really heavy chunky wood coffee tables from the 80′s, with storage underneath. But sometimes they’ll drop off too.
…at least, that’s what I’ve heard.
May 27, 2012 at 12:00 pm
What makes it really fashionable is the color scheme. I think my elementary school’s gym was painted with stripes like these back in the 70′s.
May 27, 2012 at 2:49 pm
Brown and gold were my high school colors. Go Padres.
May 27, 2012 at 12:03 pm
Brown and yellow stripes emanating from a crotch are never a good idea.
May 27, 2012 at 12:09 pm
If you scroll up and down really fast over the image it’s pretty trippy. Appropriate!
May 27, 2012 at 12:15 pm
After I tried that, I can truly say my eyes now hurt. And my finger hates me.
May 27, 2012 at 1:22 pm
And I feel travel sick. Hmmm.
May 28, 2012 at 3:10 am
“And my finger hates me.”
Ahhh, if I had a nickel.
May 29, 2012 at 10:35 am
Cat, is that you?
May 27, 2012 at 12:11 pm
OMG, I’m Debbie and I used to steal, ummm smoke my mom’s Parliaments, how did you know???
May 27, 2012 at 12:45 pm
It doesn’t count unless you’re Debi.
May 27, 2012 at 4:52 pm
I experiment with spelling back then, too.
May 27, 2012 at 5:17 pm
Also you have to dot the i with a heart or a smiley face.
May 27, 2012 at 11:00 pm
I think that’s a rule of any girl’s name that is spelled with a lone -i on the end when it’s traditionally spelled with an -ie or -y. Debi, Cindi, Kati, Kathi, Kristi, Calli, Betsi, Patsi, Jenni, it doesn’t matter. Must include the heart over the last -i.
May 27, 2012 at 12:16 pm
Do the upcycled clown shoes come with them?
May 27, 2012 at 12:16 pm
No one noticed the SHOES… or whatever they are… ???
May 27, 2012 at 1:36 pm
I WANT THE SHOES.
May 27, 2012 at 12:35 pm
So, am I the only one who thinks they could have just found a shorter model and labeled the pants as full length?
May 27, 2012 at 12:51 pm
You obviously don’t know high fashion. Those are Boho capris.
May 27, 2012 at 3:42 pm
More like Bozo capris.
May 27, 2012 at 1:15 pm
The model looks like he might be kinda hot… just needs to get rid of that wardrobe.
May 27, 2012 at 2:09 pm
I think the same could be said of ANYONE wearing those pants.
May 27, 2012 at 12:37 pm
Those shoes bother me more than the pants.
May 27, 2012 at 12:50 pm
The mismatched socks bother me more than the shoes.
May 27, 2012 at 6:23 pm
The matching shirt bothers me just as much.
May 27, 2012 at 11:03 pm
The socks especially bother me because their mismatched heights. I don’t think I would care so much if they were the same style, but different colors or prints, but an ankle athletic sock with a trouser sock? Even the Ringling Bros. clowns know that you don’t mix sock heights! That just looks ridiculous!
May 27, 2012 at 12:51 pm
Why? At least the afghans could have kept a person (or pet) warm. Plus, when sleeping you don’t really care what it looks like. But this?? I think that this is an example of DOWNcycling.
May 27, 2012 at 2:44 pm
I’m pretty sure I couldn’t sleep under one of these. That’s the kind of color combo that can’t be erased from memory even by pitch blackness.
May 27, 2012 at 12:55 pm
My grandmother actually knit and wore pants similar to those. Not surprisingly, she gave birth to two hippies.
May 27, 2012 at 1:01 pm
If I even pretended to think of doing this to any of the bajillion ’70s era crocheted afghans we have in the house, my stepmother would come back and violently bitch-slap, I mean, “haunt” me.
May 27, 2012 at 1:10 pm
Yeah, those were the days.
May 27, 2012 at 1:18 pm
Those look amazing on Bert…totally pulling them off!
May 27, 2012 at 2:39 pm
Nice. That’s just what I needed – the mental image of Bert pulling off his pants.
May 27, 2012 at 7:11 pm
May 27, 2012 at 8:31 pm
I posted this pic on my FB, and my 14yo niece replied with, “No!!!! We’re not visiting that playground again! No!”
May 27, 2012 at 1:34 pm
See, saddle shoes work. Which makes me hate the moccasins(?) even more.
May 27, 2012 at 1:14 pm
Those of us who are not lucky enough to live in a utopian decriminalized state still have to get our weed that way! Of course in NYC we also have the option of paying $50 a gram for chronic delivery…which can be handy, but the cost causes a bit of butthurt.
May 27, 2012 at 2:48 pm
…please tell me the $50 is just for delivery, not including the weed.
May 27, 2012 at 4:55 pm
Wow, delivery?? Then I wouldn’t have had to sit in that damn car waiting.
May 27, 2012 at 1:26 pm
At least the stipes match up.
I have an afghan in my house like this. I wonder if I could bust out some $40 pants.
May 27, 2012 at 1:30 pm
I swear to god David Sedaris wrote about this.
May 28, 2012 at 3:17 am
At least he had the good sense to think about throwing it out the window.
May 27, 2012 at 1:53 pm
Is anyone else seeing the strategically placed black fringe waistband tie?
It’s like a psychedelic toilet bowl: yellow and brown swirl with black “strings”.
May 27, 2012 at 7:29 pm
Well, what else are you going to wear under your urinal dress when it’s too cold out for bare legs?
May 27, 2012 at 2:33 pm
April, you young whipper-snapper. I would have written “Anyone who anythinged an anything in the ’70′s had this color scheme on any number of things.” It was inescapable. Some of us welcomed the 80′s as a return to the full color spectrum. And black.
May 27, 2012 at 11:08 pm
I think those of us with family members that learned to crochet in 70s still have a wealth of these things too. I swear that my MIL and her friends are single-handedly keeping Red Heart’s Colors from a 70s Kitchen yarn line in business.
May 27, 2012 at 2:54 pm
I still have an afghan like this, in wonderful hues of brown, orange and cream. My entire bedroom as a kid matched it, complete with Holly Hobby wallpaper in the same tones and orange shag carpet that you had to ‘rake’.
Oh how I hope those home fashions don’t make a thunderous comeback.
May 29, 2012 at 10:13 am
Don’t forget flocked wallpaper. I can just imagine the cat hair that would attract — and glom onto — in my house.
May 27, 2012 at 3:01 pm
I bought these pants when they first appeared on Regretsy last year. I gave them to my brother as a joke Christmas present. And yes, they were heinous in person. They were scratchy and gross feeling, but oh so wonderful. He wore them (with my advice to wear underwear) for our huge family get-together and posed nonchalantly all morning while family laughed hysterically at him. I love my brother.
May 27, 2012 at 7:14 pm
Your brother is a hero!
May 28, 2012 at 1:46 pm
photos or it didn’t happen
May 27, 2012 at 3:01 pm
“Lids!”…Gee that brings back memories.
That afghan came in handy every time Rondo spilled bong water on the cable-spool coffee table.
May 27, 2012 at 3:12 pm
As an aside, the Herb of Peaches & Herb is a security officer with the US Marshals Service here in DC, at the US Court of Appeals for Veteran Claims. He’s a totally sweet guy who has a ton of money in the bank but enjoys the work. Every so often he takes a leave of absence and goes on tour with his latest Peaches, a lovely Spaniard with a great voice.
And he wants to gun down these pants.
May 27, 2012 at 4:15 pm
I’d hit that.
May 27, 2012 at 4:25 pm
Would that be Herb Feemster?
May 27, 2012 at 5:13 pm
From the sellers profile:
About
Greetings! I spend much of my time travelling the world to bring you delicacies from spicy foreign lands, like my line of exotic vintage eyewear. Whilst stateside I engage my brain to create funky accessories, typically from the materials I bring back from my travels. I love nature, science fiction and disco.
Male
Joined June 10, 2010
Favorite materials
wool, sticks, pinecones, lichens, seeds, pods, snailshells, lycra, polyester, silk
Turn offs: Hiding my ankles, shoes that make sense, standing with my feet less than a yard apart, clothing that doesn’t camouflage sharts, and negative people.
Ok I added that last bit.
May 27, 2012 at 7:13 pm
And if you’ve made really good tips waiting tables that night, you stop at the Circle K and pick up 3 kinds of chips, onion dip, nacho cheese dip and 2 kinds of ice cream sandwiches. At some point during the evening you stare at the mini-buffet on your friend’s coffee table for about 20 minutes and wonder if you can make a sandwich out of all of it. Or so I’ve heard.
May 27, 2012 at 8:09 pm
Aren’t those the pants George Harrison wore in Yellow Submarine?
May 27, 2012 at 8:11 pm
You just described every Friday night of my high school years. Except we lived in a “dry” county, too. So we had to spend another hour parking in the old graveyard, and walking through the woods to the bootleggers house (actually the plywood shed behind his house) to pay $10 for a sixer of Bud.
May 27, 2012 at 9:49 pm
My cats would love these…
May 27, 2012 at 10:43 pm
I think my cats coughed them up.
May 27, 2012 at 9:58 pm
I’m really pissed that they destroyed decent afghans to make a hideous pair of pants.
May 27, 2012 at 10:42 pm
The only person who would ever pose for that picture is the desperately in love platonic friend of a clueless person.
“Tommy, honey snuggles? Can you do me a teensy little favour? Oh my Gawd, you’re, like the cutest little cupcake ever! Thank you sooo much! Ok, first I need you to take off your pants while I go get my camera…”
Poor bastard didn’t stand a chance!
May 28, 2012 at 3:15 am
Dammit, when I was a youngun, we had to actually go to people’s HOUSES to buy our weed. We didn’t have none of this fancy dee-livery bollocks, we walked to their shacks! Uphill! Both ways! Damn spoiled kids with your fancy horses and buggies and these newfangled cordless telephones.
Whippersnappers.
May 29, 2012 at 10:40 am
But that’s how people bought pot back then; they went to some guy’s house.
This is all I could think of after reading that. I mean yeah, heroin, but still!