...could you have had a job agency who will find a job appropriate to your star sign. I wondered if it was a joke. Perhaps it was? I like to think I'd fit seamlessly into society if I ever fell through a wormhole in time and found myself in 1969, so I almost get annoyed with myself for finding such things so very amusing and bizarre. Perhaps I would have found them entertaining back then? I hope so...like the idea of sanitary towels aiding my search for a millionaire husband*?
*I was once accused of being a 'gold digger' by a former aquaintance of mine. It still perplexes me to this day. She can't have been basing it on reality, if she'd ever met any of my boyfriends she'd know that. Perhaps she saw a packet of Dr Whites in my handbag?
Well I never. All these years I've been moaning that I knew so very little about the Pussy Galore boutique, aside from the brief paragraph the V&A managed to unearth when they displayed my frock. Yet right under my nose, in a clearly somewhat under read copy of Petticoat magazine, was this little gem. Well, now I know why they didn't last very long. I'm not sure I'd want to buy frocks from a girl in her underwear. I don't care what they may say about rocketing lingerie sales, pah!
Pussy Galore was opened by Carnaby Street entrepreneur Henry Moss in 1969, when this clipping dates from.
I realise this may not be terribly exciting for anyone else, but at least if I blog about it I'm unlikely to forget I have it. Which is something I often manage to do.
My solitary[ish] Pussy Galore piece is the tablecloth mini, but I also have a pair of purple suede hotpants (Made, apparently, for someone with a child-size bottom. Size 38 my....errr....arse!) which had this hang tag on them. I'm sure they must be Pussy Galore, but there isn't a fabulous huge satin label inside. Just the hang tag. Dyed by the purple suede over the years. Isn't it groovy?
It was so delightful to spend the afternoon with the gorgeous bloggers (all four of them) WendyB, Sharon Rose, Samantha and Kate at Harvey Nichols today. Grumpy waiters aside. Five hours and two pitchers of Pimm's definitely wasn't enough, especially when I returned home to find Wendy had forgotten to tell me she likes Foale and Tuffin. Well, I could have bored for England on that subject....next time, next time.
Thank you ladies, especially to Wendy for coming over in the first place and organising it - and to Sharon Rose for the gorgeous Bus Stop blouse (which fits perfectly) and Mary Quant scarf. The former may get a debut while I'm on my Duran Duran odyssey next week. More of that in due course...
I think that printed dress turns up in several adverts spanning several years. I'm assuming one photographer or stylist had the dress and just plonked every model in it when they needed a 'floaty' look. I shall scan further examples in when I can!
After nattering about Paris avec un ami français last night (fear not, I don't even attempt to speak French with him), I was having a rare period of sorting out image files on my computer and got caught up looking at pictures of Serge and Jane. I'm not sure how connected those two things really were, but the latter is something which I sporadically find myself doing anyway. Is that terribly pervy of me? Regardless, I always end up wondering the same thing. Has there ever been a sexier pairing on the planet? (Or, even, a more naked woman in the Sixties than Jane Birkin? But that's another blog post altogether...) The chemistry practically jumps out of the pictures and slaps you around the face...
Anyway, very loose excuse for a Swinging Sixties picture spam...
Sorry. The temptation was just too strong. Someone called Emma, showing her pants. In an Ossie no less!
I can empathise as well, Emma. My Hockney portrait Ossie does the same thing. I also have one of those deep plunging halter crepe dresses, which doesn't even button over that area.
And he wanted us to go without pants when we wear them??
69 years young today. Although once upon a time he was my favourite Beatle (way back in my early teens when I first saw A Hard Day's Night and Help!), Ringo is rather annoying these days. But he was a Beatle, he was really rather delicious and loveable, was married to the superfab Maureen, gave us the rather dishy Mr Zak Starkey, and appeared in lots of kitschy '60s and '70s films. Oh, and directed Born To Boogie. So there's a lot to salute, I just wish he'd remember where he came from and be a bit more gracious.
But 'til then, Happy Birthday Naughty Beatle and fellow Cancerian!
Oh, and if you'll turn to 4.46 in this YouTube video, you can have a good look at his very nice arse.
Thought I would share possibly one of my favourite Eighties videos (and songs) by the fantastically low-budget girl group Fuzzbox (a.k.a We've Got a Fuzzbox and We're Gonna Use It). I mainly remembered them from the later Eighties when they came back with a slicker sound, look and Barbarella-concept video for International Rescue. But I also remember my eldest brother speaking fondly of how 'punk' they used to be. I'm sure he'd now cringe at the idea that Fuzzbox were ever vaguely proper punk. But when I went a-hunting for inspiration for the New Rom nights, I discovered the early Fuzzbox videos and was hooked.
I honestly really wish I could style my hair and dress like these girls. I think I have a built in taste-limiter though. I usually end up more Roxy-girl or Strawberry Switchblade-esque. But perhaps one day I'll say 'to hell with it' and dye my hair pink or something. The crimping and make-up I think I've got down pat....
I have been very, very lax lately. My apologies! But I have just listed seven new superb pieces over at Vintage-a-Peel. There are more to come, and even some new eBay listings. Because I'm a glutton for punishment! Anyway, I know it's sweltering out there (in London at any rate) but if you're going to swelter...at least swelter in a scorching hot Radley dress:
Or perhaps you would like the loose, cool comfort of a Jean Muir jumpsuit?
There's always the delicious sorbet shaded Frank Usher goddess dress to party in...
Or if you want to feel the cool breeze on your shoulders and through the transparent lace panels onto your waist and cleavage, there's always this gorgeous satin and crepe Young Innocent dress:
If you're planning on dancing around to Duran Duran this summer (I know I am) then look no further than this swishy prom dress by Bellville Sassoon:
To break up the black, and show some sass, here's an incredible dress by Roland Klein with a wrap effect, plunging neck and back and an iconic single pink sleeve:
and lastly, but by no means leastly, unfortunately too tiny for Roxy [isn't she doing well in her debut Vintage-a-Peel photoshoot?] is this museum quality Thea Porter ensemble of cropped top and tiered skirt. Luxe bohemian at its finest...there are even tiny twinkly gold stars on the floaty chiffon sleeves...
I hope the lovely WendyB doesn't mind my re-posting her photos of her (and her Zang Toi arm candy) wearing her latest Ossie (to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, no less!) which she bought from Vintage-a-Peel. I don't often get the chance to see photos of the frocks being worn, although lovely customers often email to tell me where they've been worn and it's always a delight to hear! Check out her blog post here.
I'm not one to plead for votes, but I'm chuffed to have even been nominated for the LuLu's Vintage Blog People's Choice Award again. You don't have to vote for me if you don't want to. It's not like the Suffragettes did what they did so that we ladies could vote for vintage websites, but if you feel like voting for me, I'd be ever so delighted.... ;)
Speaking of Edwardian ladies, I find I'm rather obsessed with puffed and padded hair today after seeing A Doll's House last night (highly recommended if you're in town, and it has the delicious Toby Stephens and Christopher Eccleston in it, as well as Gillian Anderson being generally fabulous and padded in the hair department). Sadly, it is unavoidable for me to sit and stare at costumes and hair when I go to the theatre. Sometimes in squirmy fury if they've got it hideously wrong. Thankfully last night was superb in both departments.
Not sure it would suit me, but it would be entertaining to try and achieve.Images pilfered from flickr.
There are occasional moments in my life when I realise just how much of a geek I really am. Last week, at the opening of the Undercover underwear exhibition at the FTM (go see it if you're in London), that came in the moment when I asked the lovely Immodesty Blaize if the dress she was wearing was a Sarah Whitworth. She pulled the back a bit and let me have a look at the label. Which I probably didn't even need to see, I just needed to confirm my geeky curiousity. In case she ever searches herself online, the design is called 'Bitch' - which I totally forgot to tell her! I guess that would have been even geekier, non?
I still can't find a pictureto show you [where did all the official shots go???] but it was very similar to my purple one [except I don't think her frock had the ruching down the front] in a gorgeous emerald green. I will update with a photo if I can ever find one.
Another memorable uber-geek moment was when Miss Senti asked Pattie Boyd who made her divine floaty green dress which had been pinned up on the wall at her book signing. I was determined to bite my tongue until I realised that Pattie was never going to remember the designer's name and eventually blurted out 'It looks like a Thea Porter'. "Aha, yes, that's the one". I don't think she judged me, neither did Senti, in fact both seemed pleased to know for sure, but I probably judged myself very heavily for being so flipping geeky.
Well.....it's not MY fault these designers are so damn idiosyncratic. I wouldn't zoom across a room to ask someone if they were wearing a Mary Quant, a Caroline Charles or an Annacat (all fab but, unless it was a design I'd already seen, all too vague).
It's reminded me that I need to do a blog about Sarah Whitworth at some point. Now Pam Hogg has irritated the hell out of me with the whole Susie Bubble blog photo debacle, Sarah can stand alone as my absolute favourite 80s/90s Hyper Hyper-era designer. She's far more wearable and sexy anyway. Symphony of Shadows comes in a close second these days, and they also deserve a blog all their own very soon. My 'to do' list gets ever longer.
I'm also very glad that I chose NOT to wear a Whitworth corset dress to the Underwear opening, else that might have been an awkward matchy-matchy moment with the woman opening the thing. Eek. No, true to [strange] form I decided to go against the Underwear theme and wear an atypical late Sixties Janice Wainwright. No pictures, sadly. I find it very difficult to fall in line with a theme at normal-formal events, is that weird? I'm not even sure how conscious/subconscious it is.
Check out the the amazing 'Buffle'....
Edited to add the footage of the opening, where you can see the green dress - finally!
Watching the Seven Ages of Rock on YeSTERDAY [or is it yEsterday? I can never remember now...] I happened upon a surprising Ossie spot. After initially enjoying young Mr David Gilmour (yummy!), the BryanGod (yummier!!) and then a young Peter Gabriel (surprisingly yum in his early days, I hadn't realised).....they proceeded to show the clip of Gabriel with the fox head....and a red dress. But not just any red dress....
Oh yeah. Mr Gabriel was wearing an Ossie. Presumably belonging to his wife? I think it rather suits him, and certainly makes an interesting contrast to Bowie and Jagger wearing "official" Ossie menswear.
I once sold the black version over at Vintage-a-Peel. I wonder, should I ever come across another one, whether the Gabriel connection would be a unique selling point?? Methinks perhaps not....
I think Marianne is still the bestest wearer of this style, although it helps that hers is a Celia print....
Pattie is shown wearing the ubiquitous scalloped edge trousersuit and Lamborghini. Interestingly named as 'Georgy Porgy' in the film. I wonder if that was the original name for the outfit or whether they called it Georgy Porgy as a joke reference to Mr Harrison? Oddly enough, I have greater Ossie-envy for Amanda Lear's outfits [and, while I'm here, I want her hair!]. And the lucky cow who gets to wear the kicky flared ensemble (Dress of the Year at Bath in 1969 - see below). That's probably the ultimate Ossie holy grail....for me at any rate.
Irritating that you could dance like that back then. I can dance like that, I could be one of the cool girls... Le sigh.
It's a great disappointment to me that illustration seems to be such a niche market these days. There are occasional high-concept spreads in magazines (I know The Independent used to be very good at fashion illustration), and the odd one or two used to illustrate regular columns. But I've noticed, through my many old magazines, that illustrations used to be used to sell the most mundane products in the back of the magazines. Make-up, catalogues, pile cream, modelling agencies....ok perhaps I made up the pile cream one, but you get what I mean. Hell, one of them even advertises a Club 18-30 holiday...
Now that actually makes me want to go. A holiday where I walk around with flowers in my hair and hippy guitar-strumming dudes with dodgy 'taches, tiny swimming trunks and huge sunglasses abound? Yes please! I fear the reality would be vastly different these days, but I hope they really were that groovy back in the day.
Anyway, to celebrate these minature, throwaway works of art...I thought I should post a few. These are just a handful scanned from a handful of magazines, I'm sure there are many more and I will probably scan them in as well. You have been warned.
Look out for a brand new collection of Agatha Christie movies on DVD. Released on the 3rd of June, this collection, published fortnightly, comprises a DVD and an informative magazine that looks at the story and the characters with a behind-the-scenes journey into the making of the film.
Very excited to see that the Agatha Christie film collection is being released. The Orient Express one is particularly exciting because it actually features some illustrations by yours truly (see photo above). Oh yes! I was asked to do them last year, and will hopefully be doing some more soon. I'd actually forgotten about the entire project until hearing that it was getting a release this month.
Anyway, here's the TV advert, which I keep catching the end of and flapping madly that I've missed my bit. That's my stuff on there. Excitement and panic ensues....
Vintage Marmalade with Brandy is one of the most heavenly substances known to man.
L'Oreal are evil. They put lead and plastic in their [allegedly] semi-permanent hair dye, don't list them on the box and Miss Peelpants is thus finding it difficult to achieve her new ideal hair-do in the style of Maureen Starkey. Boo hiss.
Maureen Starkey is the best Beatle-wife.
I have no navigational skills whatsoever.
Venus and Mars are both in my Seventh House at the moment, apparently.I don't really know what this means, but it sounds scary.
Hard Rock Cafe Pina Coladas are the third most heavenly substance known to man (after the aforementioned marmalade and Cinnabons). I already knew this, but it needed reiterating after Friday night.
Actually perhaps David Sylvian is the most heavenly substance known to man? Or, rather, woman.
Everyone else in the world meets David Tennant and I don't. I was in Cardiff, it was the perfect time for the Gods to throw me a Tennant. Grumble.
Proper costumed guides who can stay in character are brilliant. And I never have any questions when someone asks if anyone has any questions. Why?
Ashes to Ashes writers are evil geniuses.
Having your back painted with acrylics is really rather lovely.
Anyway. I am now returned from my adventures and will be bringing you some gorgeous new listings as soon as possible!
You may or may not remember my ongoing saga with Odette, my thin white Duchess of a mannequin. Well her stand finally gave up the ghost a few months back, and I'm no welder, so she's been semi-retired for now (she might be going to live with a friend in Cardiff, so I know she'll be in good hands). I've been using Lil the Dummy ever since but, while I certainly like the simplicity of a dummy, she's definitely lacking four very important features which allow me to show off sleeves and trousers.
I recently acquired this new-old mannequin; I've been coveting a proper vintage one for years. As soon as I unpacked her, I knew what her name had to be. She's a Roxy girl through and through, so she's Roxy. Also, Manifesto is a brilliant album cover. And a good pun at that.
However, since I respect my customers' opinions, I thought I'd ask you all what you thought. She'll stay put anyway, for the occasional trousersuit or big sleeved confection, but I'm not sure whether or not she should totally replace the dummy. Opinions, if you please?
p.s She's also giving me wig-envy. But I'm not sure I could carry off a strawberry shag?
Although I made a decision a long while ago that costume was quite possibly not going to be my future, my occasional stints working at a ballet company have maintained an interest in stage costume. It's musty, filthy, sweaty and sometimes gaudy up close, but I've always felt inspired and happy when I've been surrounded by bizarre costume confections. In fact, considering my love of [deliberate] clothing clutter in my own wardrobe, spending an entire day squished in between rails of original Edwardian costumes at ThePlayers' Theatre ["cor blimey" music hall type shenanigans...I was there for two weeks on a work placement] when I was 16 was probably quite an important experience for me. I love each hanger having something radically different, and possibly clashing, on it. Sometimes I find myself just looking into my wardrobe in a dreamy daze. I am determined never to have a minimalist wardrobe, it would be unbearably dull.
Ballet costumes are endlessly inspirational and, like Ossie, I swoon over the costumes of the Ballet Russes and the incredible designs of Leon Bakst (amongst many others). I try to save scans I see of old ballet photos; they thrill me completely but also creep me out a bit. Which is such a delicious feeling, don't you think?
The saddest part of the closure of The Theatre Museum in Covent Garden, and subsequent re-housing at the V&A, is the loss of the creepy corridors and cabinets in which sat the musty old costumes. The V&A have created a lovely, more airy space for the exhibits....but rather lost the point in the process.
I find I'm completely captivated by two videos of two beautiful women, with unique voices and dancing, wearing stunning red dresses, with brilliant hair and make-up. I realise this is not all that surprising for me.
What I find really odd is that, dates-wise for these videos, Noosha appears to be imitating Kate. Whereas, in fact, Noosha pre-dates Kate with her style, singing voice and aforementioned peculiar movements. I generally tend to think Ms Bush imitated Ms Fox, albeit probably quite subconsciously. So when these things blur in such a way, it boggles my mind.
Is it just me overthinking things? Did Noosha start imitating Kate slightly, or was it the natural progression of her own style (which Kate acquired a little earlier because she was processing the Noosha style faster) - since she's certainly changed a bit! Almost like she's had a sexual awakening between S-s-s-single Bed and The Heat Is On. Perhaps it's the effect of a really sexy red dress?
Why should I care? I have no idea. It certainly makes me wonder about individuality and imitation, and how clear-cut either thing can really be.
Walking along with Charley the other day, who should walk past us but Seventies Sitcom Icon Felicity Kendal. We both got the giggles afterwards, just with a look to each other. Charley is a major fan of The Good Life [and not afraid to admit it - atta girl! That's why we're so well suited as friends] and having grown up in Surbiton myself I can't really help but love it. I'd have been even more impressed had it been the fabulous Varon-wearing Penelope Keith. But you can't have everything.
I seem to be looking at a lot of make-up ads and features in my magazines at the moment. I overkilled a bit on the liquid liner a few weeks back for a New Romantic night (I should really post a full size photo of the end result some time) and have been smudging kohl on ever since, just to be different. So I'm ready to be re-inspired.
I love this Boots 17 advert, particularly the Barbarella one. I remember seeing an illustration of checkerboard effect eye make-up, but doubted whether it was really feasible (especially since my lids aren't the largest in the world). Now I might try it on my brow bone instead, since that seems to be a better canvas for such doodlings.
I'm also appreciating the Tara King reference. I've always been a die hard Emma Peel girl [you don't say???] but having seen a few of the Tara King episodes recently, I'm a bit of a convert. She might have had a bit of bum deal (sometimes literally) in the wardrobe department, but her make-up was always rather lovely.
Dark Girl wears shorts by Ambalu and top by Erica Budd Blonde girl wears shorts and top by Crochetta.
The Teenage Dream...
...does not always suit a mother's requirements. Not only is today's teenager wildly enthusiastic about fashion, pop, hair and makeup, but she also has very firm ideas about what she wants. She is sophisticated, wordly and confident, seeing herelf as a femme fatale - while mother sees her more in terms of gymslips. So here we present the perfect compromise, contrived to impress mother and daughter alike. Visual backing comes from members of the group Queen, whose current hit single for EMI is The Seven Seas of Rhye.
Dark Girl wears skirt by Judit Ullman for Ronnie Stirling and top from Dorothy Perkins. Blonde Girl wears cotton top and skirt by Laura Ashley
Errr...yeah. Very loose premise for a cute photoshoot with a vague hint of groupie about it. Just stay away from those roadies, ok girls? (see below)
Dark girl wears cream culottes by Katharine Hamnett for Tuttanbankem and blouse by Lee Bender at Bus Stop. Blonde girl wears a skirt by Lee Bender at Bus Stop and jacket by Riva from Jane Norman
I adore Freddie Mercury. And doesn't he look like a lovely guardian angel figure here? The rest of them freak me out quite a bit, especially [the wrong] Roger Taylor. And I don't blame those girls for looking so frightened of a looming Brian May. Anyone would be scared of a looming Brian May. Although he's wearing a rather fabulous Zandra Rhodes cape thing. So I'd probably pinch that and run away.
Dark girl wears dress by Biba and cardigan by Ronnie Stirling.
Blonde girl wears trousers by Lee Bender at Bus Stop and top from Dorothy Perkins
If I could find a huge batch of unused Baby Doll make-up, I'd be one happy bunny. Even if it had been used, I'd still happily display the gorgeous packaging. In fact, if I could be an illustration I'd probably be the Baby Doll girl. Yes I know that's weird, but she's adorable!
I don't remember Woolworths (RIP) having a make-up range at all, so it must have been a Sixties/Seventies thing. Regardless, their adverts are amongst my very favourites of all vintage advertising.
It's not just Topshop in the Noughties who enjoy ripping things off. Sometimes it seems like every minor boutique in London, New York and Paris was taking more than a healthy dose of inspiration from Ossie Clark back in the Seventies. But it's not often they went the whole hog when it came to the prints. Celia Birtwell's handiwork is so distinctive, few decided to gamble with duplicating them wholesale.
I recently acquired two dresses at nearly the exact same time, both of which are direct copies of original Birtwell prints and which have been used in vaguely Ossie-esque designs. I thought it would be interesting to show you both of them, and to remind everyone to be careful of 'unlabelled' Ossie pieces which might look Ossie because of the Celia print...but are nothing like an Ossie original. They can be a brilliant alternative, so long as you know they're just that and not the real deal.
The first is the Botticelli print (renamed Monkey Puzzle for the Topshop Celia range), which my lovely friend Daniel (Maboo) refers to as 'Jellybotty'. An original Ossie example (and more gorgeous variations on it) is one of my many holy grails.
This piece is by Betty Barclay in a lovely light cotton, lined in the body, with a small keyhole neckline (with faux tie detail). Now available over at Vintage-a-Peel.
An original Ossie piece in Vogue: I would walk over hot coals and possibly kill someone for this dress.
This second piece is even more outrageous because it's actually made in moss crepe, in a rather Ossie-style cut (although far too modestly done for him), by Emma (whoever they were). This is the glorious Floating Daisy print, most regularly seen in the tie-fronted buttoned dress [best demonstrated by the gorgeous WendyB in her red bodied version].
The Real Deal. Sold over at Vintage-a-Peel a while ago.
I've been hankering after an Ossie in this print which actually suits me, sadly the tie fronted one does not, and this dress is a little godsend. It's a lovely soft pink version [which I'm sure Celia never did...far too insipid for her but I rather like it!] and the cut, whilst not up to Ossie standards, is very sweet and flattering. So I'm keeping this one. Sorry ladies! I'll let you know if I ever change my mind....and I am giving up a spectacular Celia print Ossie dress in lieu (my wardrobe is a bit one in, one out at the moment...and it's not really my colour...)
Ossie with Suki Poitier wearing the floating daisy. I bet she didn't have to pay for it either. *pout*
Current favourite Donovan song:I Love My Shirt. I love Donovan anyway, but this song is just brilliant in so many ways. I can relate wholeheartedly (shirts with stitching going all over the place, scuffed boots with the Nth pair of replacement heels, my velvet frock coat with the bald patch where my bag strap goes....).
Sometimes I like something crisp and new and I adore my occasional pristine vintage pieces, but there's nothing quite like an old favourite. Bobbles, holes and all.
And for Brits of a certain vintage....here's the Trevor and Simon version. Swing those pants!
Do you have a shirt that you really love, One that you feel so groovy in ? You don't even mind if it starts to fade, That only makes it nicer still. I love my shirt, I love my shirt, My shirt is so comfortably lovely. I love my shirt, I love my shirt, My shirt is so comfortably lovely. Do you have some jeans that you really love, Ones that you feel so groovy in ? You don't even mind if they start to fray That only makes them nicer still. I love my jeans, I love my jeans, My jeans are so comfortably lovely. I love my jeans, I love my jeans, My jeans are so comfortably lovely. When they are taken to the cleaners, I can't wait to get them home again. Yes, I take 'em to the cleaners And there they wash them in a stream, Scrub a rub dub dub And there they wash them in a stream - Know what I mean. Do you have some shoes that you really love, Ones that you feel so flash in ? You don't even mind if they start to get some holes in That only makes them nicer still. I love my shoes, I love my shoes, My shoes are so comfortably lovely.
I was told the other day, at dinner, that I had a very gay childhood. I believe they meant gay in the camp sense of the word, rather than actually gay, 'happy' or as some kind of strange modern term of abuse. It was a friend of a friend, who I last saw at my friend's birthday party last year (where they were very amused to find I knew all the lyrics to some very cheesy Eighties music). This year we found a mutual appreciation for two lesser known musicals which I had loved as a child.
Firstly Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, which I don't think is all that strange to know about...is it? Anyway, I always wanted to be Dorcas (Julie Newmar) and had a serious crush on Benjamin. The two were separate desires, but it was quite neat that they ended up together in the story.
And secondly, the brilliant Slipper and the Rose. Which is fabulous on so many levels. Songs by the Sherman Brothers. Big frothy Georgian frocks. Margaret Lockwood in camper-than-camp wicked Stepmother mode. Michael Hordern being adorable. It even has Annette Crosbie as the Fairy Godmother, for heaven's sake! Tragically, my brother and I can still sing entire songs (faultlessly in his case) when prompted....and all it takes is one phrase sometimes.
There is no point to this post, other than that the conversation amused me greatly.
...could you have had a job agency who will find a job appropriate to your star sign. I wondered if it was a joke. Perhaps it was? I like to think I'd fit seamlessly into society if I ever fell through a wormhole in time and found myself in 1969, so I almost get annoyed with myself for finding such things so very amusing and bizarre. Perhaps I would have found them entertaining back then? I hope so...like the idea of sanitary towels aiding my search for a millionaire husband*?
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