Tussy Fiends

They roam the ice skating rinks of local parks, smirking and taunting. They compare the skin of their so-called friend to a prune (it wouldn’t make it any nicer even if they did say, as we do now ‘dried plum’ – let’s call a prune a prune!). 

They’re there when you are having “cocktails in a tower” (perhaps they lock you up in one like a pruny Rapunzel). And if they relent and finally take you out for a 4 am hamburger – well, golly, they just can’t stop talking about your horrible dry scaly flaky skin.

Oh, just lend her some of your Tussy Special Night Cream, you fiends!

And then she can become one of you and join your dark forces of evil…

Greetings From Sweaterland

No thank you, I don’t want to go to Sweaterland. And I certainly don’t want to knit my own.This 1961 ad is from DuPont (as in the chemical company) and they point out in the fine print that they only make the acrylic fibers, not the yarn – or the sweaters. In case you thought Mr. DuPont had the time and inclination to knit a few synthetic, plasticky-itchy cabled cardigans.

Sweaterland is a place of tense smiles, high water pants, fake waving, and children cloned from parents who’ve been living around the corner from Revolutionary Road.

This is my first entry for Vintage Thingies Thursday, hosted by the fabulous Apron Queen, to whom you must go for more vintage – uh, thingies!