Swinging London Clip-ons

Your long legs dip out of your Mini Cooper, audaciously bare beneath your new Mary Quant minidress, and you saunter on up to the door. You buzz the second floor of the chic Carnaby Street apartment, and glance in the panes next to the door as you wait, examining your ensemble. The bright geometric forms of your dress and vibrant color of your tights match perfectly with these coral and gold pyramidal clip-ons, and your freshly cut, drastically angled bob looks fab. Bbbzzzzz. Someone is buzzing you in. You push the heavy oak door open, leaving the night-covered cobblestones behind you. At apartment 2B, your hostess greets you. "Darling, that outfit is so with it! Those earrings - simply smashing!" she screams, ushering you through the holographic medley of a sequined curtain and into the party. Mick Jagger's voice is pouring out over the hi-fi system, egg shell chairs, some filled with amorous couples, are strewn around the perimeter of the room, and dim globular lamps throw soft light on the jewel tones of the decor. All around you, real groovy cats are twisting in time to the music, guys sporting velvet suits and birds in go-go boots and minis. You give a joyful shout, and boogie on the dancefloor ready for a happening night.