its springtime, and that means that, thanks to my mom, there is a continual stream of yard sale fodder finding its way into my house. most of it is lovingly donated when she has left the building. but, i have to be honest, sometimes there are some real finds; things i've been looking for that she picks up for a nickle, stacks of drawing paper for the kids, etc. here's what she brought me yesterday::
these are old knitting magazines from the sixties. truly entertaining, just look at the ads::
thanks mom! this was like reading through a mad men script. also featured are some extremely dramatic and overly romantic love stories (such as, "the banished nymph", which i'm sure was very titillating in its time). its a wonder there was any room left for the knitting patterns, which seem to be thrown in as a side note. that first wine ad promises to "take the humdrum out of home life" and help you "whisk through daily chores". in the "letters to matron" there is an inquiry entitled "party time" where an expectant mother is wondering if she can drink sherry at the christmas party she will be attending. matron gives her the green light, but cautions her that it "might be better to avoid spirits like whisky and gin". these women must have had very well established tolerances. i don't know about you, but if i spent my day sipping wine, the only housework that would be accomplished would be the unintentional rearranging of furniture. and i'd most likely pass out in a mound of dirty laundry somewhere around the bottom of my second glass.
