Don’t you just love looking at your favorite catalog models? …Remember sneaking them into the bathroom for a little dreamy privacy, and — what? You didn’t get that way over the latest telephone models from American Bell and GTE?
Not the Flip-Phone or the Fashion Plate? Not even the Princess telephone?!
Huh.
I guess I’m just weird that way.
Two pages from the Fall-Winter 1983 Sears catalog.
Yogurt: Moichandising, where the real money from the movie is made.
People are still talking at/about our previous kitschy posts, despite the inability for comments to be published, but with Comment Ketchup, we try to keep the extra zest.
Anonymous at Well, At Least The Cat’s Eyes Are Closed:
I think the little petes stickers was from my grandfathers old pottery shop and I think the tail for the puppy used to be air freshener or something. I will ask my mom for sure.
Because Blogger no longer allows you to host your own blog, Kitschy Kitschy Coo made the switch to WordPress in April of 2010, as a result any comments posted at the old blogger archives do not actually get posted — but people are still talking at/about our previous kitschy posts.
Like Betty, who left a batch of comments at the end of November; the emailed notices of which were stuffed in my spam. Arg! Betty, I feel so badly that I cannot contact you or publish your comments where they belong, so I’m going to hook you up here.
(The rest of you, just consider these your holiday leftovers to enjoy.)
Betty left the following comment at Thirteen Kitschy Christmas Crafty Things:
What! They didn’t coordinate the hairspray can with the toothbrush sleeve in leopard print?? My parents owned a craft shop in the 60s and even in the 60s some of these crafts were hard to swallow. Folks also loved to decopage and bejewel those wooden purses! Whooo hoooo 60s. PS. I’m doin some serious thinkin about that colored water in jars castle and if its the last thing I do this Christmas I AM making a foil angel for the table! Thank you so much. What a fun site you have. Betty
At Thirteen More Bits 0 Paper Scans:
The snowball fort and war was priceless. Adding the poem and this must go up on my wall somewhere.
With the exception of warmer parts of the US, hasn’t everyone had at least one snowball fort fight as a kid? It usually meant snow down the neck of our underdesigned outerwear, cold wet feet, and the unfortunate icy snowball in the face, glasses and all. Livin in TX today. Maybe, maybe it’ll snow again this year. Please, please, please.
Aluminum tree, covered chair, plastic drapery. Keeping it clean for baby Jesus (under the tree.)
I have that Santa Claus. I could live without the dangling greens but I would so love to have the signage!!! Betty
At Thanks For The Reindeer Sweater:
This sweater is flat out fabulous!
This sweater ROCKS!! And, it happens to look extremely good on the model. I’d buy it and if it didn’t fit…I’d frame it. Very, very cool. Betty
Twas the air conditioner, set too high and still running in December. “Brrr!” said the teddy bear.
Itty bitty flying saucers carrying giant human heads, why worry?
The cover of Night Of The Saucers by Eando Binder, author of Menace of the Saucers; published by Unibook, copyright 1971. Artists name is really difficult to make out… Perhaps John Cayon?
Text from the back cover:
ALIEN INTERVENTION
It was Earth’s darkest hour. Weak, backward, prey to attack, it could only be saved by the Vigilantes. Sci-fi writer Thane Smith and his beautiful, adored wife Miribel, had the task of discrediting UFO stories. But how could they after they ran up against a playboy-monster who could only have been created by an alien race?
Yup, it’s just moved to the top of my reading pile.
You can all ’em elves, brownies, imps or whatever, but I’m a sucker for them. And my mom knows it.
So why, then, is she selling this vintage plastic elf ornament when it would be such an awesome gift for me?
I can only conclude that she hates me.
Or that she’s got an even better old elf set aside for me. …It will be pretty difficult to top this elf and his amazingly shiny hiney though.
And, according to this vintage figurine, he carried a trident too. I’m tempted to go back and buy this one…
Photo via Limerwrecks, where you can read the accompanying limerick, Tripping the Fright Fantastic. (FYI, you can read at my blog about Vincent Price and his art collection for Sears.)