Photo by Andi Elloway.
Tag: retro
We Just Called ‘Em Shorts
OK, and sometimes we called them “jogging shorts” if we wanted to specify between the cut-offs and the (admittedly horrid) terrycloth shorts (and rompers). But nowadays the kids (laughingly) call them “dolphin shorts.” Which I completely don’t get.
I don’t get the “dolphin” part, and I don’t get the laughing either. In fact, I stopped watching basketball when the players started wearing those long baggy things that resembled baggy golf knickers. B-ball so lost the sexy then.
Image via Tumblr.
That 70’s Mini-Putt
Dishwashing Is Rough On Your Hands
I guess, according to this 1960’s lotion dispenser, Jergens could even soften, smooth & sooth hands damaged by attacking forks and whatnot. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into the graphic.
Pink Poodle Print Retro Lingerie Set
Kitschy nightie and robe combo; Travel Lite by Boutique, Signed Eduardo.
Drink ‘Til You See Red Flamingos
A set of four cocktail glasses with red flamingos wading in pools of gold.
Comic Book Superhero Auction Event
EBay’s Comic Book Superhero Auction Event, now through Sunday, May 9, 2010, features rare and collectible comic-related merchandise (vintage comic books, original artwork by popular and classic artists, signed memorabilia, etc.). Most of these items have never been offered before — or at such a low starting prices.
Bidding starts at $0.99 (items valued <$1,000) or $99.99 (items valued ≥$1,000) and all items are available as auctions with free shipping and no reserve.
Bobbie Dean & Mary Beth Anna Were So Glad Hats Were In Fashion For The Derby
Check Out These Cheesy Retro Underpants
We’re not calling them “cheesy” out of spite — these retro bikini panties include wedges of cheese in the cats and mice circle of life. Set on a backdrop of bright yellow with mod orange polka dots no less.
Ca-Ching!
When I spotted this vintage pink Tom Thumb cash register at the Moorhead Antique Mall, my bell was rung and I was instantly transported back to playing with a sooo-retro turquoise version…
Mainly that old toy cash register was used to ring up sales in the basement bar, where my sister and I played barmaid and waitress, serving my parents corny cocktails like screwdrivers — an actual screwdriver in an empty glass, har har har — and equally moronic meals, made of puns and odd found basement things.
By then, the box had long been gone, but it was still awesome!
And I totally want to call my sister and reminisce… Maybe over a couple of screwdrivers.