Plaids – They’re Wonderful!

Well, they certainly can be.

Italian-inspired plaids, huh? I have a car blanket from 1965 that must be inspired by the same Italian. Don’t get me wrong, I love that car blanket (it is really warm and cozy) but I don’t plan on incorporating it into my wardrobe any time soon.

I wonder where these lovely beehived young ladies are going, and whether they have more plaid mohair sweaters packed in those suitcases.

From Vogue’s Knitting Book, 1960.

Mother Always Uses Andrews Liver Salt…

That must have been one hell of a sales convention.

But Andrews Liver Salt – hard to believe that it is “sparkling’ and “effervescent” given the name and what it’s supposed to cure – is (as always) to the rescue. “Mother” must keep a case or two of the stuff in the upstairs closet.

Seems like she really enjoys dosing the family up with Andrews. Father (who resembles a B-movie gigolo) is as pleased as if she had handed him a gin and tonic.

Maybe that’s what he has! He can’t take the constant diet of Andrews Liver Salt any more. He’s got a glint in his eye that I don’t like. There’s a film noir/Hitchcock subtext in this ad, I know it.

But if he makes “Mother” angry – what then? What other antacids of doom has she got hidden in the medicine chest?

Newspaper ad, from a 1954 Toronto Telegram.